Survival in the Gynarchy

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

This story series is dedicated to Ms. DorineHighcoven, in appreciation for her brilliant series "Altered Genesis".

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. All characters are at least 18 years of age. Reminder: This work is copyrighted in accordance with the terms of submission to literotica.com.

More specifically, this is a work of science-fiction, set in an imaginary future world dominated by women ("femme"). It is intended to be a thought-provoking rendering of what could happen if the female gender should attain complete supremacy. Most of the ideas are based on features of male domination that have actually existed in some time or place, with the roles reversed of course. The author does not advocate mistreatment of any gender.

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An additional point for the reader to consider:

In futuristic fiction, it is necessary for the author to spend some time describing how the future world works ("world building"). For the reader anxious to proceed with the story, this may seem tedious. However, in this case the nature of the imagined world is essential to the story, and I believe that I need to portray it as convincingly as possible.

With all that said, let us now enter the world of the U.S.A. (United States of Amazonia), in the year 2231.

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Bobby Henley was about to become a "fallen angel".

Now two years past graduation from the Male Boarding School, he had been unable to get a position as a concubine, or even a serf, in a mistress's household.

In the Gynarchy, almost all femme kept a harem of serfs, and many kept a smaller harem of concubines as well. The position of "husband" had been abolished.

The duties of a serf typically included yard work, home repair or maintenance, food preparation and serving, and of course, serving the Mistress sexually on demand. A concubine, in addition to sexual service on demand, typically provided some companionship to the Mistress - only to the point desired by the Mistress, of course. Mistresses sometimes chatted with their concubines. The only time a serf ever heard his Mistress's voice was when she was barking commands.

Bobby's failure to obtain such a domestic position was not because he was unattractive. Actually, in his society there were really no unattractive males. That was because all the males were genetically engineered.

Bobby was about 5 feet 6 inches in height, with brown hair and blue eyes. His face was pleasingly symmetrical, as was his body. His face had gentle features, and his ass had been designed to be rather shapely - not quite feminine, but with some interesting curves to it. His genitals were in proportion to his overall body size and shape; so they were neither particularly large nor particularly small. For their working prototype, the engineers had used a statue called "David" by one of the ancient sculptors. Bobby's body looked very much like that statue, with these four differences: his arms were a bit shorter, his ass and hips were a touch wider, his shoulders, while still angling up to be wider than his hips, were not quite as broad; and his genitals were large enough to bring them into proportion.

Incidentally, back in history, his type of looks had not always been the most preferred type for women. In past centuries, many women had preferred taller, "hulkier" or "hunkier"types -- male strippers in fireman hats, and so forth. But that had changed. As male-dominant indoctrination had faded away, femme had realized that those preferences were vestiges of a semi-conscious desire to seek protection by the so-called "stronger" gender. And also, that a subconscious desire to be dominated by a male had been part of that mental package. But in a society where the femme ruled, and males needed

their

protection, women's tastes in males had changed accordingly.

Then too, femme had become generally taller and larger. When a femme felt like slapping a male around or pushing him to his knees between her legs, a smaller male seemed a more appropriate choice. And as for the genital equipment, femme very rarely had any use for dicks anyway - except maybe to fondle one once in a while, or to watch a stripper put on a masturbation show. A male's ass and tongue were his vital parts.

But to return to Bobby's situation -- his problem was not looks, per se. It was a combination of competition, and social class.

The same technology that ensured males would be attractive, also assured an abundance of them. In the U.S.A. there were approximately ten nubile adult males for every adult female.

Also -- while males were beneath any social classification -- there was a stratified hierarchy of class among femme. This is not to say that any of the femme were actually "lower" class. Economically, even the entry-level femme positions in business and government provided a traditional middle-class standard of living. Then as those same femme rose in the ranks with age, they progressed into traditional upper-middle class affluence. However, femme in those strata were still a world apart from the uber-rich billionaire oligarchy. Keeping a harem is expensive. As a result, while a middle-class femme might typically afford, say, two concubines and five or six serfs, for the true upper classes those numbers might run into the thousands (mainly serfs). The number depended on the whims of the mistresses.

The upshot of this is that a great many of the household positions went to the upper class mistresses. And the upper class mistresses generally gave preference to applicants from the higher social strata. Acquiring concubines with good lineage was a mark of status, and reducing males of good lineage to serfdom was a delightful conquest and proof of power. With all the competition, Bobby's family bloodlines had not been good enough.

Truth be told, Bobby was not really sure that he wanted a domestic position anyway, at least not yet. Before getting so tied down, he thought it might be nice to have some interesting experiences, including sexual experiences.

However, whether by preference or perforce, this left him with an uncomfortable dilemma: homelessness -- or prostitution.

In the Gynarchy there were no almost no legal jobs for younger males, other than prostitution. (One exception was an office secretary or "personal assistant" to a femme manager, but there were not enough of those positions to go around. Word was that you had to "know somebody" to get one.)

All of the high paying and powerful positions, of course, were reserved for femme. The lower paid, more subservient tier of jobs -- things like waiting tables, retail clothing sales, customer service, and factory work -- was reserved for males deemed too old for sex work. This situation was no accident. The femme in the Gynarchy were pumped up on power and supremacy. They had voracious sexual appetites and an endless lust for variety. They had designed a society in which there would always be an abundant supply of whores.

This arrangement was for the accommodation of all femme if desired, but for several reasons, it was especially utilized by the older ones. If a younger femme wanted a one-night stand, she could always find a willing male for free; then too, as femme rose in the ranks with age, they tended to have more spending money. And it seemed that there was just something about the combination of age and wealth that made a femme feel -- well, more predatory. Each hook-up with a younger whore provided a new thrill of adventure and conquest. The older femme of the Gynarchy were entertained by their concubines and pleased by their serfs, but they also craved their whores.

In past times, a young male like Bobby might have been able to delay facing his dilemma, or possibly even avoid it, by "living at home" (which in this case would have meant in living in his mother's household). But in the Gynarchy, that was not an option.

For one thing, it was illegal - the main purpose of the law, of course, being to enforce the economic pressure just described. But in any case, because of the Gynarchy's social institutions, mothers had no emotional bonds with their sons. They approved of the law by overwhelming margins.

Indeed, few mothers had any desire to have a son in the first place. Only daughters could ever attain financial success or positions of power. Therefore only daughters could improve the financial security, power or prestige of the family, and bring honor to the matriarchal bloodline. Mothers had high hopes for their daughters. Daughters were welcomed and loved. Sons would be merely a nuisance.

In the patriarchy of ancient Greece, daughters had been similarly unwelcome. Many of them had been killed at birth by leaving them on a mountainside exposed to the elements. However, in the Gynarchy, if a femme wanted to avoid having sons, no such brutality was necessary. The genetic engineers could assign gender to an embryo.

The problem then became a social one. If no one had a son, what about society's need for males in the aggregate? First of all, a cadre of males was needed for sperm production. (Parthenogenesis was illegal; mixing of genes was considered beneficial for various reasons.) Beyond that, males were needed to fill all the subservient and otherwise undesirable jobs in the economy. And beyond that were the sexual considerations, as previously suggested. In accordance with the general desires of femme, this latter point required not just producing an equal number of males, but producing a huge over-supply. It was generally agreed that some form of legal compulsion to produce males would be necessary.

If the only way to produce children had still been through pregnancy and childbirth, this situation might have led to resentment and conflict. But fortunately, there were technological solutions here also. Included in genetic engineering was the ability to create non-identical clones. Also, the technology for ectogenesis (developing the embryo outside the womb) had been perfected.

Technology, law and social institutions came together into a system. It worked as follows.

For every daughter she had, a mother was required to supply ten eggs to the State. (By the use of fertility drugs, this could normally be accomplished in one extraction.) The eggs were then fertilized

in vitro

. Acquisition of sperm was not a problem; it could be obtained in any number of ways; or the femme might prefer to supply the sperm of her favorite concubine.

It was at this stage that the genetic engineers did their work. As part of that, male gender was assigned, and cloning was used to adjust the male/female ratio in society to the desired point. The embryos were then transferred to the incubators for gestation.

Male infants were placed in state-run nurseries until they were past toddler age, then transferred to the state-run Boarding Schools. From an early age, boys were heavily indoctrinated with the ideology of female supremacy. As a product of this system, Bobby believed that femme were naturally the superior gender, that it was appropriate for them to have all the money and power in society, and that the proper place of males was to obey and serve them.

As males approached graduation, the Boarding School acted as a clearing house to facilitate placement in available domestic positions (concubine or serf). If this was unsuccessful, the homelessness / prostitution dilemma awaited the male.

If he wanted to delay his decision a couple of years, the Gynarchy offered an option: two years of military service. Bobby had taken that option. The USA's military capabilities were provided by robots and drones, supervised by an officer corps of femme. Males were not allowed to handle weapons, or learn their use, but males could be employed in logistical capacities.

Bobby had been stationed at several of the USA's overseas military bases. He had been recruited with the promise of "seeing the world". "Seeing the world" turned out to mean a few guided tours, closely supervised, in which the soldiers were not allowed to talk to the natives. The tour guide narrative focused on how far each host nation had progressed toward establishing a gynarchy. The USA made its foreign aid conditional on taking positive steps to dismantle the vestiges of patriarchy.

When Bobby was discharged, the government had given him a stipend of CR 1000 (roughly $1000 in 2025 money). He had then become an "independent male".

For housing independent males, the Gynarchy had revived an institution from centuries past: the urban tenement. Bobby had moved into a tenement building with 20 males per floor. Each had a small private room, where he could heat food in a microwave, but there were only two common bathrooms per floor, one at each end of the hall.

Then Bobby's immediate problem, of course, became how to pay the rent, as well as pay for food. CR 1000 did not go very far.

Bobby's dilemma loomed in his mind. He could not quite decide how he felt about the idea of becoming a whore. He sort of had mixed feelings.

On the one hand, he definitely had a sexually submissive nature, with a particular inclination toward older femme. He felt a curious, tingling sort of inner thrill whenever he thought about obeying an older femme's sexual commands. He fantasized a lot about this.

The Gynarchy encouraged such fantasies, of course, and provided plenty of legal porn to support them. On the small TV screen in his room, Bobby could access state-run porn channels. These were free of charge. (They were also the only porn available.)

They featured videos of, for example, an older femme seated with her legs spread, while a naked male knelt between her legs, hands behind back, sucking her off. After she came, the male would be dismissed, and the closing shots would show a close-up up the femme's cunt. The viewer could then picture himself in place of the male who had serviced her. By this time, of course, the viewer would already be stroking his dick. He would cum with his eyes on the close up shot of the femme's cunt-lips and clit, surrounded by abundant gray hair. The reason for the private rooms was to allow for such porn-watching and masturbation without tying up the bathrooms.

On the other hand, Bobby had certain inhibitions about prostitution. The main one was that it would obviously require exposing his naked body to femme. Whores served naked, unless some special attire was requested.

During his upbringing Bobby had been taught that it was indecent to let femme see his body unclothed, especially his chest, ass or "private parts". He had been indoctrinated with the same concept of "modesty" that had been prescribed in past centuries - especially in a period known as the "Victorian era" - for females. This was done by the Gynarchy for a reason. The idea was that in later years, if a male was, shall we say, "persuaded" to strip for a femme - or worse, a group of femme - he would experience the act as deeply shameful and degrading. It would be as if they were taking something precious and personal from him: his "modesty". This would enhance the thrill of conquest for the femme.

Notwithstanding this inhibition, though, Bobby found himself fantasizing frequently about stripping for femme, especially older femme. He could not understand why it made his dick hard. Little did he know that this trait also had been planned by the Gynarchy. It had been included in his genetic engineering.

Bobby had another problem with prostitution, too. In his fantasies Bobby had certain particular tastes. Yes, he was attracted to older femme in general, but not so much for every body type. His fantasies always focused on the larger, plumper, "thicker" or more big-boned type of older femme. He also liked the prettier faces that the thicker femme usually had. If he became a whore, he would have to also service femme that were unattractive to him.

Bobby still wanted to put off making a decision. He did have one final option for a short delay. If a young-adult male wanted to sign up for a two-month basic course in the sexual gratification of femme, the government would pay a stipend sufficient to cover his living expenses for about that long. Bobby had taken the course. But when it was finished, he felt no closer to making a decision.

Then a thought occurred to him. He did not know much about the world of prostitution, but based on what he did know, he thought there might at least be a solution to one of his problems. There might be a way to avoid the unattractive femme.

In the Gynarchy there were various forms of prostitution, but they fell generally into two categories: strip clubs and call-male services. The call-males clearly had no choice. Their appointments were arranged without their knowledge or consent, and they must service whoever the client might be. They could not even quit their job without a risk of being blacklisted.

Bobby had never been inside a strip club, of course, but he had been told that it worked somewhat as follows. After a stripper got off stage, he was expected to circulate on the floor and offer himself to the customers for VIP service in the back rooms. If the stripper had performed a sufficiently lewd routine on stage, there was a good possibility that his offers would be accepted. Each VIP service lasted maybe an hour or so. So, if he could interest four or five clients of his own choosing -- that is, more or less of his choosing, within the limits of who was in the club -- his time might be occupied until the club closed.

Incidentally, there was no possibility of moving to better quarters than the tenement. The housing discrimination laws made it illegal to rent anything else to males. And of course, a male could never purchase a home. Males were forbidden to own property, except for personal effects and, for independent males, a low-balance bank account. So prostitution was a way to stay in the tenement, and off the street, not a way to get out of the tenement.

And even if all that were not true, the sex work would not pay enough for any such upward mobility anyway. Wages were regulated by the State and kept low, and the income tax on sex workers was at a confiscatory level. The strippers were allowed cash tips, both on stage and off, but there was no place to store the money other than in a locker. Before the stripper was allowed to leave, the House inspected his tip earnings and confiscated most of them. If he was lucky, a whore might make enough to keep his clothes from getting too worn.

But back to Bobby's dilemma -- his money was gone, and the rent was due. One of the tenement's uniformed Security Guards had come to collect it. Bobby had sucked her off to get a two-week extension, but now a decision had to be made...

After a couple of sleepless nights, Bobby finally decided to go with his strip-club plan. There was no way to avoid the degradation of the nudity, but he hoped he might be able to dull his shame and loosen his inhibitions with alcohol. Legally, alcohol was forbidden to males. But Bobby had heard that the clubs often gave it to their strippers, so as to increase the lewdness of their performances and the quality of their other services. Also, he had heard that sometimes a customer would pour a little of her drink into a small cup and hold it to the stripper's lips for him to swallow - provided that he sat nude on her lap and let her fondle his dick, while he begged and wheedled for the drink.

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"The Mistress's Pleasure" was located near the business district downtown. It was one of the "classier" strip clubs. There was another "entertainment" district on the outskirts of town, but dark rumors swirled about the strip clubs there. It was speculated that their strippers might have been obtained from the underground slave market. Bobby decided to avoid that one.