Date: Fri, 3 Mar 2006 17:08:45 EST
From: J
Subject: DOCTOR WHO, JESSE, AND JEREMY 19

"Castrated!!!"  Jesse and Jeremy said as one.
As they were pushed past a  large screen set into the wall, the Doctor turned
to the man pushing him, "Hold  up a second, be a good chap. What is that,
pray tell?"
On the screen a blonde man,  a redhead, and a foppish man with black curly
hair were running down a corridor.  "That sir is a program about the Medic, a
time traveling alien who saves people,  now move!"    There were  other screens
too, with stiff men in white suits talking to each other as well  as a royal
court on some far flung alien planet that no one seemed to really  care about.
Jesse and Jeremy snickered.  Jesse gasped in between laughs, "It's about
you,  Doctor."
The Doctor pointed up,  "Well, that, that one looks nothing like me and that
bore there is nothing like  my friend Turlough and who pray tell is that
supposed to  be?"
"The redhead's boring sure,  but he's hot,"  Jesse  said.
Jeremy wondered, "You never  traveled with someone like that?"
"No, who is that character,  please tell us!"  The Doctor  asked.
"That is Jayce, a royal  shifter of  molecules from the  planet Betaterran."
The Doctor was red  faced.  "You must be joking,  someone's committed
sacrilege!"
"I'll say,"   Jeremy said, "They just ran down  that hallway, got separated
and all they're doing is talking."
"A shapeshifter!???"  The Doctor gaped. "How very second  season Space:1999
of them!!! Indeed! That is nothing like my  adventures!"
"I'll say, that guy, the  shape shitter is it?"   Jesse  said, "He just got
himself kidnapped!"
"It yawn inducing,"   Jeremy said, "How long did this  stay on?"
The friendlier and younger  guard that was holding Jeremy's arms from behind,
put his mouth to Jeremy's ear,  "A few years. But Jayce is the least popular
 companion."
The Doctor turned to  Jeremy's captor, "Who...who wrote this drivel??? And
where did he come from, how  did he know about me?"
The guard holding Jesse  shook him, "Let's move."
"I demand to know before I  bring copyright infringement charges against them!
"
If you must know, your  writer, is not a he at all but  a  she...it's written
by one Margie..."
"No Margaret  Blaine?"
"No, she was  Slithereen!"
"I know!"  The Doctor retorted, almost laughing  himself now as his mood
lightened.
"Margie  Lowpay."
"That hack?"  The Doctor  said.
"You know  her?"
"Of course, she tried to  write a summary of my life, turned it into a story
with little or no  dialog."
"That must have been an  improvement,"  Jesse nodded, "Do you  hear the way
they are talking? It's not even  realistic!"
"Ahhh, ope, look, they  switched back to the Jayce character's home world.
Apparently he's some kind of  a royal...he is,"  Jeremy  smiled.
"What a boring bunch,  aren't they?"  Jesse  nodded.
"CAN WE GET ON WITH THE  CASTRATION!!!"
The Doctor nodded to the  guard, "Oh yeah, yes of course, mate, take us to
wherever it is you're going to  do it...to us."   The Doctor  started walking but
stopped again, "But  look at this...they've just drugged his food. That is so...
so..  so-so."
"So?"  Jeremy asked with a shrug of his  shoulders.
"My life, injected with  this loser of a character!"
Jeremy wondered, "But it's  not really your life. That's not you at all.
That blond guy. And even if you  once looked like that. Not even you could have
been so boring and saying all  that crap."
Jesse nodded, "Doctor, we  have more pressing things!"
"This is my life they are  cutting into here!"
"Doctor, I'm a bit more  worried about my getting my dick cut than about you
getting your life torn to  shreds by this lady putting her own clichéd
characters into yours!"  Jesse nodded.
The Medic on the tv screen  was rescuing Jayce. "I've got to get you out of
there! Hold on. You look in bad  shape."
"That's not me, the me me  that's not me is with Turlough over there on that
screen...and...that guy is  impersonating me on that screen so....."
"It's a multi screen  boredom, then."   Jesse  pouted.
"Oh thrilling. All time and  space to roam about in and this writer has put
her characters in a cell. Too  broad and too boring for the big screen...."
Jeremy smiled. "Really, the dialog  is the worst, so full of itself. And as for
the action, there really is  none."
"Well, there's a little,  you see that screen there,"  Jesse  pointed, "
There's take offs, running, hallways, and oh, a quick kidnapping  there."
"And look,"  Jeremy laughed, "You have no  personality!"
They all looked at the  screen segments. The Doctor laughed too. Jesse said, "
So you know the writer of  this crap, Doctor?"
"Yeah, she hates  me."
"I can  tell."
"Why?"
"I told her I finished some  of Shakespeare's plays once and some of the
classical music of  ...what was his name? He wrote that piece  Grace loved to
listen to...damn, my memory is getting like a...like  a..."
"Sieve?"
"Yeah, that."  The Doctor strained to listen. "Did you  hear that? His bio
stasis electric field is too unstable? Who talks like that?  Not even those
fools on Deep Space Boredom or should I say Deep Sleep  Mine!"
"Hallucinations, illusions,  not being real and then KILL HIM..."  Jesse said,
"Okay, can we go get our dicks cut off now? I'd rather have  that happen to
me than watch any more of this total  shit!"
"Me too,"  Jeremy  smiled.
"As you wish!"  The guards pushed all three of  them toward a huge wall
where the people  were urged by the guards to move away from. A red door came into
view from  nothingness and slid open. The trio were pushed inside. The guards
followed.
Inside, five muscled men in  black leather thongs, and there was so little to
the thongs either so much so  that Jeremy wondered why the men wore anything
at all, came up to them. The  thongs also had triangular cut outs under the
hip. Of the men, one was black,  one was Asian, one was a redhead Irish man,
another was Italian. They looked  serious. Jesse smiled as the black man and the
Asian stripped him. "Damn! This  is torture? Bring it on!"  When  finished,
the two pushed Jesse to a table of white, then grabbed his wrists.  "Hey
waddafuckya doin?"  He was  strapped to it by his ankles and wrists, his legs spread
apart and his hands  over his head and spread apart as well.  The Irishman
and Italian did the same to Jeremy, who was just to the left  of Jesse, the
tables upturned vertically. They were both hard and fully erect,  Jeremy with his
uncut dick bursting from the cover. Jesse looked at him, "Damn,  Doctor do
something!!!!!"
Jeremy watched the other  guards back off as the fifth guard, totally nude,
came up to the Doctor, "What  I'm wondering is why they are not doing
something to the Doctor!"

Jesse shut his eyes, "Oh  no, don't tell me it's not the Master?"

"No, he's not, maybe the  Rani?"  Jeremy wondered.
"I am neither,"  the fifth one,  blond and the most muscled, said. He was
at the Doctor and up in his face. "I am President Shrub's right hand  man."
"I bet you're his left hand  man, too,"   Jesse said, "From  the looks of
ya."
"We do not allow gay  actions of any kind."
"Then what are you doing  wearing that get up?"  Jeremy  snickered. Jesse
laughed.

"Laugh all you want,"   the man said, "You won't be in a  moment."  The
room was dark, so that  they could not see the walls and it looked endless. But a
light went on in one  alcove of the long room. A machine with a rectangular
shape was there and it was  gray. It had three metal arms coming from it and
each arm ended with a point.
"Each point on the ends are  high priced lasers,"  the Doctor  said. "Sort
of like Margie Lowpay being a high priced hooker...using my life as  her joy! Is
she behind all this?"
"Not at all. We are trusted  to use whatever means we must to prove you are
gay...and from the growing  members  of your two friends...I'd say  they are..."
"This is absolutely  ridiculous. First, you saw us kiss so you know we are
gay. So why do  this?"
"It's fun. For you. For  us."

"Second. Why not do the  same to me?"
"Our leader, the President  of the Earth has declared this law constitutional.
"
The Doctor turned, "No  doubt through illegal means."
"He knows of you, Doctor.  He knows your exploits."
"I hope not by watching  that awful TV fan fic by Ms. Priceful of it there."
"Not quite. There's UNIT,  Touchwood."
"That's Torchwood, young  man."  The Doctor looked down and  noticed the
young man was putting his fully engorged, fully wet penis head on  his own belly
and wetting down his thick navel with it. "Ohh, you mean you're  touching
wood."
"The President wants to  speak with you. But he has to let you know that gay
is wrong in his book. In our  book. So for your young friends, I'm sorry but
their sexuality has to cum to an  end! Man the machine, men!"   Three of them
went to it and stood behind the poles. "FIRE!"   Three lasers issued from the
pole  points, it each other, and then spread into two laser beams, deadly
bolts  heading for the dick of  Jesse and  Jeremy.
Both screamed!    "DOCTORORORORORORRORORRORORORORR!!!!!"

To be  continued...