Chapter 11
THE DOMINANT NURSE AND TEEN-AGE BOY PATIENTS
There are many dominant, aggressive type of women who seek out specific occupations which will give them an outlet for their peculiar compulsions. Typical occupations will include being a nurse or a female doctor, a supervisor in an establishment of boys, an overseer of some all-male type of enterprise, even a female photographer who is then able to compel her male models (many female photographers specialize in nude photography) into embarrassing positions.
The dominant nurse is typical because she has a legitimate and logical excuse for examining her patients and otherwise fondling them. Many such dominant nurses will specialize in treating pubertal boys. The boys are at a very sensitive and impressionable age and more responsive to appearing nude before a woman. Many of them have never displayed themselves nudely before any female so the dominant nurse has them in her aggressive clutch.
Typical of the dominant nurse is the case history that follows. Bertha C, age 42, is a registered nurse with many years of experience. She works closely with recognized physicians, takes tests and examinations which she then sends to the laboratories. She is an extremely capable female nurse and this is the reason for her lucrative practice. She specializes in conducting tests upon adolescents and emphasizes her ability with boy adolescents. In one such situation, she shows how she is able to give vent to her repressed sexual desires.
It might be added that Bertha is a latent female homosexual. She has had several lesbian experiences and while she found them satisfactory, she was beset with feelings of guilt that obviated a pattern of homosexuality.
"I like the young boys because of their resemblance to girls," she said candidly. "In a way, I like to feel boys as they experience their orgasm during intercourse; also, I like to use my mouth on them. I suppose it's a form of wish-fulfillment in that I do not have girls so I take the closest possible resemblance."
One young boy was referred to her for the purpose of having his blood pressure and heart tested; it was just a school routine requirement. He had to have his height and weight tested as well. It is this last requirement that leads to the pedophilia that follows.
His name was Jeff and he was about 15. He was extremely shy and when he came to Bertha's small office (she maintains a combined office and residence in a small home in the better section of the city to give a semblance of professional dignity) he was so inhibited, it was all the nurse could do to get him to remove his sweater.
Jeff had dark borwn hair, a smooth face, soulfully deep blue eyes. He was frail; the way he held back was obvious that he, like many other adolescents of his age, was extremely shy about having a woman touch him.
"Want me to roll up my sleeve?" in a small voice.
Bertha prepared the usual paraphernalia, then she smiled at him. "Yes, Jeff. Just sit down here. Now, there's nothing to be nervous about. No one will see us."
The boy was very quiet, his eyes darting out all over, to see everything. He said very little as Bertha tested the blood pressure and heart.
Then Bertha said, "I'll have to weigh you, Jeff. The scale would be more accurate if you would remove your clothing."
He gaped. His face blushed tomato red and it was apparent he was terrified. "B-but, I do not have to take off my clothes just to get weighed." His throat felt dry and raspy. He had not expected this.
She tried to make light of the situation. "Yes, Jeff, you do have to strip down. Your clothes will add up to several pounds. The school insists upon accuracy. Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll have to leave your weight a blank on your chart; this means you may not be able to .continue with your next school semester. Do you understand?" She was being articulate as she explained this to him. At the same time, Bertha was rising with excitement. The boy was damn good looking. He looked as if he had something big between his legs. He was also so trigger-sensitive that it was apparent he would "go off" with just one touch. This always thrilled the dominant Bertha.
"Well, I ... I don't know...." He looked hot under the collar. "I mean," he stammered bashfully do I have to?"
She crossed her legs, letting him get a good glimpse of her firm thighs. "Certainly. Now, Jeff, you needn't be so bashful. After all, I'm old enough to be your mother, you know." There was a rustle as her starched white uniform moved with her body motions. "So, just go behind that floor screen and remove everything."
Jeff knew that he had to go through with it. If he did not receive a completely filled out application blank from this nurse, the report would go against his scholastic rating. He might even be held back from continuing on into the next semester. "Okay."
Bertha could see his shadow through the starched white curtain of the floor screen. She knew that he was visibly aroused. She felt her own excitement mounting. The boy was good looking, had a sensual appeal because of his complete innocence. Bertha thrived on the innocent boys.
She would never permit any adult man to violate her; she would not become a receptacle for an adult's debauched desires. It would be degrading to her sense of superiority. On the other hand, she logicized that she could seduce an innocent boy and still retain her own sense of aggression especially since she would be the female master.
"Is it okay to come out now?" Jeff was still holding back. Behind the curtain, he had stripped down to his briefs. He was red-faced because he was so stimulated by a reflex response, that he had a huge bulge in his crotch. The tight confines of the briefs only made his discomfort feel worse. He felt a taut tension and a gnawing desire at the base of his loins. "Is it okay?"
Bertha's excitement leaped until she felt a familiar throb. "Yes, of course," she fought to retain herself. It certainly would not do to show her emotions. "I've got everything set up for you."
When Jeff came out, it made both of them stare at each other. Jeff felt his heart thump in his throat, the butch nurse saw his slim body, the raisin-like nipples, the unbelievably white and pink skin, the suggestion of musculature that was still yet to come. She saw his very lean pubertal waist, the navel in the smooth and firm stomach with just the slight suggestion of baby fat.
He had slim legs that were as pink and white as the rest of him. He was not fully developed but the sole development she wanted was obvious and throbbing.
"Now, Jeff, you know that I said you have to take everything off." She wanted to see his boy power. Excitement made the blood pound in her head. "Go on, pull down your shorts."
Jeff looked as if he wanted to sink down in the floor. "B-but, these don't weigh much," he stammered, standing there timidly, terrified over being almost naked before this adult woman. "Can't I just wear them?"
She lost her patience. "No, you cannot just wear them." With that, the aggressive, masculine type nurse strode over to the quivering, whimpering boy. "Let's just stop this silly fooling around." She gripped the elastic band of his briefs, felt the way he instinctively drew back and then slid them down round his knees.
"OOOOOO," he gasped as he locked both of his thighs together. "I ... I...." He was red-faced. Sweat poured down over his smooth young boy body. "I...."
Bertha was astonished at the enormity of what now protruded. "You're all excited, aren't you?" She deliberately taunted him. She saw the huge erection, the overly developed scrotum. There was a profuse adornment of wire brush at the base of the boy's enviable shaft. Except for this pre-development, he was still in the throes of growing. "Well, nothing to be ashamed of."
Suddenly, she made a fist out of one warm hand and clamped it around his rod. The boy yelped and it looked as if he would go off. "Like steel," she released him quickly, disdaining the sliding motion of his prepuce that would induce more provocative sensations. "Well, you're going to make a girl happy with that, soon's you grow up."
This made the nurse laugh. "Grown up already." She directed him to step out of his shorts. "Just step on the scale. We'll weigh and measure you." She already had visions of feeling the boy's enormous power, of fondling and stroking him. "That's it."
His buttocks were small, still in the formative-growth stage, while the backs of his thighs were smooth as silk and delicately lined with a few bluish veins. Each movement caused the buttocks to go up and down in a rounded arc, adding to his sensual appeal.
"Like this?" He was quivering. His erection was throbbing with agonizing yearning. "Is this okay?" His voice was hoarse.
"Yes, yes. You just stand there."
As Bertha moved around, the purposely let her dress rub against the boy's taut erection, making him quiver and erupt into spasms. She provoked him, fondling him as she weighed and measured him and when it was over, she said, "You should find some way to relieve ... that." She nodded toward his erection. "After all, Jeff, it's rather unhealthy for you to just suffer like that."
He swallowed nervously. "I dunno."
"What will you do?"
"I dunnoo," he shrugged.
"I know what you'll do." She tried to embarrass him as she knew nearly all pubertal boys were shy when it came to open discussion of masturbation. In particular, with a woman. "You'll just play with yourself, isn't that it? Now, don't look so ashamed. It's one way of relieving your tensions but it's not the best way. Want to get a special treatment?"
He looked terrified; but the power of his young libidinal demands were making him more responsive to the idea.
"What kind?"
She smiled and then put her arm around his shoulder. Another arm went down and she free-ly explored his smooth as silk flesh. He was not like some other boys she had fooled with; they often exercised, did bodybuilding and looked prematurely developed. They would have appealed to some women but not to herself. She liked these smooth buttocked boys with the overly developed male powers.
"Just come over here and I'll show you. Now Jeff, you are to do everything as I say."
He was only too willing.
Moments later, Bertha was naked, thrilling to the way the boy stared at her big breasts and her naked parts. "See? This is my clitoris. Go on, touch it."
"I ... I...." He was rigid with desire. It was obvious he was under tension. Now he would be receptive to her plan. "I ... don't know...."
Bertha took his hand. When she clapped it on top of her mons veneris, she held it tightly because the boy was terrified. She loved the feel of his slim fingers. "Just touch the little button. That's what we girls call it. The clitoris is the key to a woman's passion. You'll need to know this when you get married."
"It feels kinda funny."
She laughed, then her mirth turned to eroticism as she felt his probing fingers. "Ohhhh, that feels good. Just stick your finger in. That's the way. Bend it ... OOOOOO, it's nice."
Seconds later, they were on the couch. The lights were dimmed and Bertha thrilled to having the embarrassed young boy straddle her loins. The shocking spectacle of his enormous power served to whet her lascivious urgings.
"Go easy, Jeff. Hear me? Just slide it in. Here, dopey, I'll guide it for you."
She felt the initial penetration, then she felt the insistent wedge. "Easy, damn it ... whew ... you're built like some mule...."
The boy worked his way through slow prodding. He would have preferred doing it quickly; he was typical of impetuous youth, troubled with problems of premature ejaculation. He was all-physical. There was nothing emotional about his desires since he had not yet matured to that level. He sought physical release and it was all focused in the localized region of his male genitalia.
"It feels good," he sputtered. Then he was seized with the most voluptuous warmth. A billion pins stabbed at his glans corona as he felt the nurse's sphincter muscles tighten around his power. "OOOOOO, what'll I do now?" he gasped.
She told him about the rhythmic thrusts. She had to help him push and shove. It took several moments until the two of them were gasping and writhing as a million wires of livid fire tore through their loins.
"Oooooo, it's gonna...." Every sinew and boy muscle twisted up and screwed into the most agonizing tensions. Suddenly, Jeff stiffened and then the hot floods poured forth in a series of never-ending spurts. Again and again the wrenching spurts tore through his loins. He never knew it could feel so good.
"That's the way!" yelled Bertha as her hands twisted around his waist and she held the sweating boy in her iron grip. "Go deeper ... push ... yeee ... YEEEEEE!!!!" She rocked and she bounced on the bed. The springs creaked, It felt as if the bed would collapse on the floor. "Ooooo, it's good, more, more, more, more," she pleaded.
Not until Jeff was so completely satiated that he was limp, did he get up. Then he was released. He did not know what to say. But now that he had lost his boy virginity, he had a little more nerve.
"Felt good, didn't it?" He looked down at his flaccid power. "Guess it'll stay down now."
Bertha wanted to laugh at the boy's peurile attitude. But she would not hurt his sensitivities. "It certainly will, Jeff. Now you must be careful about doing this with other women. You just can't go around soliciting women." She made a pretense of giving him some hygiene instruction. "And do be sure about coming here again."
Bertha and Jeff had several more situations but it must have upset the boy because of guilt feeling; eventually, he stopped coming.
Bertha is not too concerned because she is able to find plenty of boys through her profession.
There was one altercation that caused her to take an extended vacation until things quieted down.
It happened when she examined a more aggressive boy of about 16. This boy knew the score and he knew that this older woman had "The hots" (as he put it) for some "young stuff."
"Suppose I bring my buddy." He had a rock hard young physical structure, a barrel chest and strong, sturdy limbs. He was not as rigid as Jeff because the freshness, the newness of it was not as delicate. But he had driving power, like that of a steel piston and this is what appealed to Bertha. "I mean, like we can make it a three-way deal. Okay?"
Bertha had an impulse. "Sure, sure. Suppose we make it next Thursday at about 6 o'clock at night? I'll be ready for the two of you."
For the next few days, she was on pins and needles with excited anticipation for the event. Two young studs at the same time. It was unbelievable.
When the boy came with his buddy, Bertha almost went into hysterics.
The buddy was a 6 foot young fellow, hardly more than 16. He had a tough, pugnacious air about him that added to his sensual appeal. He was still smooth-faced.
"Hi ya, babe?"
She invited them in.
They were soon naked and then the two boys became rough. "Let's just give it to her like we did it to that queer," one jeered. "Bottoms up, you old horse."
Bertha was shocked as they twisted her arms. "No, no, let me go. Let me go!!!"
Her breasts bounced around; grubby hands swized her twiggy-like nipples and twisted until she felt sharp spasms of pain shooting through her rib cage.
"What are you going to do to me?" She tried to kick one of the boys between his legs but he darted out of the way, his throbbing lancer wavering while his scrotum danced and moved lewdly. "Let me alone. I'll scream...."
Her attempted screams were obliterated as a handkerchief was stuffed in her mouth. She was wide-eyed with terror as she was flung on the floor.
"Okay, let's go at it. Man, lookit that bottom. Bet there's enough for both of us at the same time." Using lewd comments, the boys sodomized the writhing registered nurse, pounding and punching. Not until the two of them had satiated, did they get up.
"Whew, never had it like that. This broad's tight ... I like the tight ones."
They continued to make ribald jokes about it being "safer" this way because there was no chance of the dame getting pregnant.
"Let's beat it before we get caught." The boys dressed hurriedly; before they left, they rifled her desk and took out a wad of cash and her expensive jewelry. "This is better'n than robbing some faggot," they laughed.
After that episode, Bertha was so shaken up, she felt she had to get out of town for a while. She even thought of giving up her practice and fleeing in panic to another area of the country. Then she calmed down and reasoned that such things happen.
Henceforth, she would only take on one boy and she would not even attempt to tease any of the more aggressive, pre-developed boys who had masculine physiques and tempers to go with them.
Bertha is just one of many such registered nurses, female masseurs and even some women doctors, who thrive on innocent boys as a means of relieving their own warped tensions. There is no ascertaining how many lives they may have traumatized by debauching them.
While some such persons use their boys for normal coitus, many will perform fellatio and condition them to this passive attitude. Many others will compel the boys to perform cunnilingus and condition them further to this warped means of arousal. There are no limits to such debauchery.
Yet, with the increased female freedom, it is to be expected that there will be more and more of such pedophiles in our society unless a program of education is waged to create greater understanding about this sordid and sickening problem.