My Schizoid Lover

My name is Sassy Masterson and up until recently I was a
psychiatrist and head of department for the National
Mental Health Organization. My main job was adminis-
trative but I always had a few projects running to keep
the little gray cells pliant. Actually one of those
projects is the subject of my story tonight.

I had a schizophrenic subject that I’d been working with
for almost a year when the incedent took place. All he
did during his waking hours was stomp around in his cell
chanting unintelligible words. He was naked and without
footwear due to past incidents that required emergency

The subject’s name was Marvin he was of Jewish decent
and had just turned 30 years old. Marvin’s parents had
institutionalized him at 15 and he never saw the outside

My project was to find out if outside stimulus would
somehow break the cycle of chanting and stomping. It was
almost hypnotizing to watch him stomping around naked and
chanting incessantly. I would sit there for hours and
watch him doing it.

I have to admit that I was fascinated with Marvin. His
body was well developed and other than his strange
behavior he was physically attractive. From the first I
thought what a shame; here was a young man with a healthy
good-looking body and his mind was completely lost to the


It was a Saturday afternoon when I found myself sitting
in the viewing room all by myself watching Marvin
stomping around. As usual he was muttering some un-
intelligible words and looking at the floor. I could
see his penis swaying in rhythm with his moving feet,
his rather well endowed balls also swung in time with
his movements.

It was an idle thought at first. ‘Had Marvin ever been
aroused? Could he be?’ That little thought grew into a
full-fledged question as I watched his male organs swing
between his muscular legs as he continued his mindless

What was I thinking? I jerked out of my reverie and began
taking time notes, checking on his verbalizations and
respiration. But my thoughts drifted back to Marvin’s
penis as I watched it swinging away. I had a real
curiosity now, ‘could he get hard like any other male?’

I can’t believe how unprofessional I was to do what I did
next but I decided I had to find out. The only other
people in the facility were the guards at the gate and a
few custodial personnel cleaning the offices and halls.
So I decided to take a chance.

I walked into Marvin’s cell and began to talk to him.
This always seemed to have a calming effect on him. The
only difference that day was that I stood close to him,
so close in fact, that I could actually feel the heat
radiating from his body. After all he’d been marching
around chanting for almost 3 hours by then.

He smelled like a man aroused. You know that special
smell. For some reason Marvin always had that smell
within an hour or so after his shower. I had always liked
that smell, it didn’t disgust me, it acted as a strange
attractant to me.

As I talked gently to Marvin I casually reached out and
grasped his penis. He immediately stopped his stomping
and chanting and stood stock-still. I slowly massaged his
penis, even reaching down a little further to touch his
hanging balls.

All I was trying to do was stimulate him into some kind
of arousal, I don’t think I was thinking that anything
would really get through to him, but I wanted to see. I
was amazed that he’d stopped moving and seemed to be
letting me touch him without protest.

I moved up closer to him still reaching down and
massaging his manhood. Finally I began to masturbate him.
He still wasn’t showing any signs of arousal and I was
about ready to stop and head back to the observation room
when I felt a definite hardening of his shaft.

I stopped and stood back to watch his reaction. I was
amazed. I’d finally gotten through to him, physical
contact had done what drugs and laboratory experiments
hadn’t. They had stopped his incessant stomping and
chanting. And now his arousal was obvious.

For a 30-year-old male he had nothing to be ashamed of in
the sex equipment department. No one would argue that. It
was just having seen him day after day with a flaccid
penis in contrast to the rising staff that was growing
all the while as I watched, was surprising. I didn’t say
or do anything else to stimulate Marvin yet his erection
quivered into life like no other man I’d seen before.

Then without warning he jumped at me, scaring the hell
out of me. I felt his strong grip on my arm and felt his
other hand ripping at my clothing. What was happening?
Fear mixed with excitement rushed through my veins like
fire as Marvin began chanting louder now as he
frantically held me and ripped at my clothing.

I felt like I was being mauled by a simian-man, be
grunted and gurgled as he pawed me. I didn’t know what to
do; I just tried to pull away. That was the wrong thing
to do. Marvin began to pummel me with his fists. I shrank
back against the wall and slowly crumpled to the floor
under a hail of plows.

Then he was hovering over me, his big erection poking at
me like a mad serpent. Then he was on me again, tearing
and ripping my clothing away. Then he was shoving me over
onto my back. If I made any move to resist him he would
land a few frantic blows to my head to subdue me.

I screamed in fear when he climbed on top of me and began
to madly thrust at me. It was obvious that he was trying
to r**e me. I knew that he’d never had a sexual response
before, his records were complete and I knew this was his
first attack of its kind.

I was revolted as his sweaty body came down hard on mine
and screamed again as he thrust his huge shaft deep into
me with one try. There was pain at first. Marvin wasn’t a
sophisticated lover. In fact I’m still not sure if he
really knew what he was doing. I think much of what
happened was instinct and nothing more. In the wild a
male’s instinct to reproduce is strong, the only dif-
ference between men and animals is that men usually
can control their instincts with their intellect.

Marvin had none of these inhibitions as he mounted me
like a wild man and began to thrust into me like a crazed
animal, occasionally hitting me with his clenched fist in
his lust to dominate me.

I felt dazed and repulsed by his attack on me, his rough
violation of my body and the obvious exhilaration he was
experiencing in his dominance over me. I just lay there
under him taking his thrusts and blows hoping that it
would soon be over. I wasn’t on the pill and what was
happening to me could be disastrous; there was nothing I
could do to stop this man so I just closed my eyes and
took it.

Only a short time ago I was the one in charge, then I
made my mistake and touched him where I shouldn’t have,
this was all my fault.

Then I felt Marvin thrust extra hard into me and then
hold himself tightly to my groin. His body shivered once
and he grunted and began to frantically thrust in and out
of me again. ‘Oh my god, I thought, the bastards coming
in me and there’s nothing I can do to stop him,’ I
thought with a frantic feeling deep down inside

Finally Marvin stopped his frantic fucking motions and
became a heavy weight on top of me. I could feel his
erection shrinking inside me and knew that he’d obtained
his goal. I was humiliated and filled with disgust, but
somewhere deep down inside of my soul I was also aroused
by the animal dominance that Marvin had displayed toward

I’d always been the one in charge, the one leading my
partners to do what I wanted, when I wanted it. This had
been a completely new experience for me, the total
dominance over me by another. No matter that the man was
a loon, no matter that I was bruised and battered, and
maybe pregnant by him.


I was able to get away from Marvin after he fell into a
contented sleep, and I managed to find a lab coat to
cover my bruised naked body and make my way home. I had
to call in sick on Monday and even had to make excuses
for the bruises on my face when I finally did show up for

I could have gotten away with what happened because
miraculously no one found out about the incident in
Marvin’s cell that Saturday afternoon.

Were I went terribly wrong was when I did the same thing
the next Saturday. What a stupid thing to do, but I had
to do it. It was like my body had a mind of it’s own. I
just had to experience Marvin’s animal dominance again.

I even made sure that I was naked so I wouldn’t have to
leave the facility naked as before. That second time was
even better than the first for me. I’d planned it, I knew
what I was in for and I was looking forward to it.

His arousal was out of control again and I was soon on my
back with a wild animal implanting his sperm between my
legs. It was a glorious feeling, I was so alive. The
feeling of complete dominance over me by someone who
would k**l me if I fought too hard made me come my brains
out that afternoon.

Why I never used birth control is still a mystery to me.
I knew I should have but I didn’t and after the 5th time
I let Marvin take me down to the floor of his cell I knew
I was pregnant. But even then I couldn’t stop what I’d
started. I began to worry that Marvin was becoming more
aggressive during regular lab hours with females.

Then the day came when Marvin got out of control on a
Wednesday when everyone was there. He took Wendy Johnson
the pharisaic nurse down to the floor of his cell. She’d
come into his cell to get a b***d sample and had ignored
my warning posted on the door to his cell not to enter
without me there. I’d issued instructions to that effect
to everyone once I realized that Marvin was becoming used
to his role as a dominant.

Marvin actually was able to get off in Wendy before the
staff was able to pull him off her. There was no way they
could pull them apart while he was screwing her, he just
became more violent and began bashing the poor girl’s
head against the floor until the staff backed off until
he was finished with her.


After the incedent with Wendy the whole story came out
and I had to resign. Now 5 years later I a single mom
with a son and we live in the back woods of Kentucky. The
notoriety of that incident at the center was just too
much for me to take and I’ve been in semi-hiding ever

My only fear now is what will my son turn out to be like.
Will he inherit his father’s traits? I guess only time
will tell.

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