Date: Mon, 20 Aug 2012 08:31:02 -0400 From: John Marshall Subject: Ecstasy Renewed Chapter 13 In trying to avoid the most common plot scenarios featured on Nifty, this story continues the saga which began with "Ecstasy Island," continued with "The Working Boys," and now continues with this story, "Ecstasy Renewed." Like the previous segment, this story from time to time takes the form of a series of interviews with various characters involved (all fictitious). It's unorthodox but quite seductive, as are the figures depicted. Like "Ecstasy Island" and "The Working Boys," this one is also written in third person and proceeds in something close to real time with extensive dialogue to carry the story along and intense character development. Once more, it is extremely orgasmic with all ejaculating dialogue written in UPPER CASE. If you do not wish to be exposed to such material as described, leave now. If you are too young for this sort of thing, leave now. If reading this causes you to break the law where you live, leave now. Otherwise, take the time now to get naked and get your cock hard, start strokin' it. Jack yourself off as you read and see if you can time your own blasts of naked sexual pleasure with those of the people in the book. This one averages about two to three orgasms per chapter. For that reason, I don't recommend reading more than one chapter at a time. Any more than that might be hazardous to your sexual health...especially your hard, throbbing cock. Note: It has been brought to my attention that the fictitious sex drug, Duranol, mentioned in "Ecstasy Island" and the early chapters of "The Working Boys" is, in fact, the name of a heart medication with many adverse side effects. Thus, I changed the drug's name to Duralon. There will be much more involving this element of the story in "Ecstasy Renewed." If you like what you read, let me know at crackerjacker18@hotmail.com. ECSTASY RENEWED CHAPTER 13 It was around eight or nine the next morning when Derek emerged sleepy, but well rested from the cozy wicker cubbyhole in which he and Bunny had spent the night. Bunny was still zonked. Derek guessed the doctor had given her a sedative in her drink. "DEREK...DEREK...DEREK CHANDLER...OVER HERE!" Derek heard someone among the group of "breakfast breeders" calling his name. He peered over the crowd. It was Doug Bristol and the boys making the most of the free scrambled eggs, bacon, and ham. "Good morning, revelers," Derek greeted them. The boys looked fine but Doug looked like he might have had a rough night. "I see you survived the night," Doug smiled up at him. "You haven't seen my daughter around, have you?" "She's over there, sleeping off a Durlon-4 overdoes," Derek nodded toward the curtained cabana. He could almost see the "ZZZZZZZZZs" rising from within. "An overdoes?" Doug gasped in concern, starting to get up. Is she okay? She gonna be okay?" "Yeah, I think so," Derek reported. "The ship's doctor looked at her last night, I think gave her a sedative and some vaginal ointment." "You FUCKED Bunny last night?" Buddy astutely read between the lines of conversation. "I...medicated her..." Derek couldn't think of the words to put it politely so early in the morning. "Yeah, we fucked," he admitted in verbal defeat. "You fucked my..." Doug began, then backed off, remembering where he was an whom he was talking to. "Me and about half the ship's passenger manifest yesterday afternoon," Derek continued as a cute young boy sat a plate of fruit and hard-boiled eggs before him. "They say D-4 can be pretty addictive," Doug told him, continuing to cast a wary glance from time to time toward the cabana. "Where'd she get'em, they're not supposed to give D-4 to kids." "Who knows," Derek sighed. "I asked the same thing. All she remembered was that it was a man and he had a big cock. She didn't see any results from the first one so she took another." "Of COURSE she didn't see any results, you only see...feel...the results of D-4 during orgasm," Doug reminded Derek needlessly. "What's D-4 do to ya?" Bobby asked, looking up from his biscuits and gravy momentarily. "You're WAAYYY too young to know," Derek told the boy, realizing he'd now had sex with all three of Doug's kids. "SOooooo, what did you two horny little toads do last night?" "We watched this waaaayyy cool show during dinner where these guys danced with boys on their cocks," Bobby tried to verbally describe what he could barely imagine. "Yeah, and I fucked this woman...she musta been forty or fifty at least," Buddy proclaimed, "and afterwards, she let me eat her key lime pie." "Kid, you should get your priorities straight, sex is great but key lime pie is even better," Derek teased. "You can ALWAYS fuck, but pie...always remember pie first, sex later." "And what about YOU?" Derek turned to Doug. "How many boys did YOU fuck...you can tell me about the pie count later." "We rounded'em up and fed'em to him," Bobby revealed with some excitement as he finished his food. "I beg your pardon?" Derek blinked. "We went around looking for cute boys then we brought them back to this big, round bed in the Casino for dad to...play with." Buddy was a bit more specific, yet circumspect in the telling. "You were using your boys as PIMPS?" Derek suppressed a smile...really almost a laugh. "Their idea, I swear!" Doug raised his right hand and laid his left on Derek's. They seem to be of the opinion that their old man is too old and up-tight and out of touch to get boys on his own." "Then after DAD fucked'em, WE fucked'em," Bobby added. "Again, THEIR idea," Doug smiled. "I did get quite a charge being in bed making love to beautiful young boys while right beside me, hip to hip, thigh to thigh, my OWN beautiful young boys were making love to THEIR own beautiful young boys." "That's a lot of beautiful young boys," Derek laughed. "More important, what are YOU gonna be doing TODAY?" Buddy asked hopefully; you gonna have time to shoot some cum all over us?" "I might be able to work you in," Derek smiled down at the two towheads. "However, in a few minutes...hooo shit, right NOW, in fact..." He looked at a clock over the snackbar, then jumped to his feet. "Right now I have a date with those hot'n horny dancers you two enjoyed so much last night, and which, thanks to Bunny, I didn't get to see but a glimpse of." He wiped his face on a napkin, then wiped the residual ointment from his fully recovered cock. He grabbed his ever-present laptop and took off, heading down to the crew's quarters. "Awwww...Derek," Bobby called after him in disappointment. "Son, Derek's here to do a job...he'd still a working stiff..." Doug began. "Looks like he's...working stiff, alright," Buddy laughed, admiring the man's tight butt from a distance. After something of a wild goose chase covering no less than three decks, Derek finally found the dancers in their modest rehearsal hall sandwiched between bales of linens and boxes of sun block. "Hi!" the young men and boys greeted Derek in unison, their greeting as highly choreographed as their dancing. "We're the Chippendillies." Derek couldn't help laughing. This was NOT what he'd expected. In seeing them now, he halfway expected them to break out in a song and dance routine of ORGASMIC proportions. The twins had been right. The guys were..."waaaay cool." Derek might have chosen the opposite, more traditional extreme. To him they looked HOT! "They said you were down here rehearsing." They were actually lolling over pallets of tightly bound linens and plastic bags of what looked like ground mulch, or else a huge haul of Marijuana. They were all, completely naked, of course, and there wasn't a soft cock among the lot of them. Some were lazily stroking their cocks, apparently awaiting his arrival. Others were actively engaged in one form or another of sexual activity. Six men and six boys made for a lot of possibilities. "Well, there's rehearsing and then there's...REHEARSING..." One of the "older" guys abandoned his cute young boy and stepped forward, offering Derek a moist hand. Derek shook it, then wiped his hand on his thigh. "Sorry about that," I'm Byron Raddison, I'm the leader of this VERY motley crew. "Choreographer, maybe, hardly much of a leader," one of the cutest of the younger boys commented. "Hush, Zed, or there'll be no lube for YOU tonight." Byron told the boy over his shoulder. "I'm Derek Chandler of the..." "Gay Blade, yes, we've been waiting for you...fifteen minutes or more now," Byron told him. "When the boys get bored...well, you can see...if I don't keep'em on their feet, they're very quickly flat on their backs." "Sorry, I don't know my way around the ship very well and people kept giving me bad directions," Derek appologized as he gazed about the dimly lit cargo hold where the troupe had apparently improvised a space large enough to call a rehearsal hall. "Our fault entirely, we keep moving our...den of inequity...keeps down the number of peeping toms," Byron offered Derek a seat among the intimate group. "What do you want to...boys, must you...fuck around while Derek is..." "That's okay, don't stop on my account, I missed most of your show last night, this'll give me a chance to...get a feel for what you do." "You want a FEEL, we'll give you a feel, one of the kids hopped down from a bale of tablecloths and nestled in next to Derek, taking possession of the man's cock. "Windon...gees, the man's gotta think...take notes..." Byron started to pull him off. Again, Derek interceded. "No, wait, I'm rather enjoying this." "As well you should, Windon is one of our cutest, horniest, sexiest..." Byron began. "Windon, don't suck his cock, you hardly know the man. You don't know WHERE it's been..." "Oooooo...tastes funny," Windon quickly pulled off, wiping his tongue on his arms to remove what Derek guessed was the lingering flavor of Doc Hammond's vaginal ointment. "You fuck a GIRL last night?" "Yes, as a matter of fact I..." "Ooooooooo gross, pussy juice," Windon grimaced, deciding to limit his sexual assault on Derek's cock to a less distasteful handjob. "Windon is one of the few boys in the group who's totally gay," Byron explained. "Most of us are bi...a couple...Don over there and Stephen are even married...and NOT to each other, by the way...to women." "Your wives on board?" Derek addressed his question to the two highly attractive young men, one kissing and fondling his young boy, the other stroking the boy's cock. "I WISH," Stephen answered. "Wouldn't have to go for boy-cunt like this..." "You love it," the boy insisted. "My wife's a research technician with Cox Pharm on the island." Don explained. "She experiments with the boys, I fuck'em." "Experiments?" Derek asked, his curiosity aroused. "I think they're working on something to make boys grow bigger cocks," Don told him, "like that boy all the officers fuck." "Alexi? Yeah, I've met him...frightening," Derek winced. The entire group broke out in laughter. "Tell me about your group, Byron," Derek turned his attention back to the "leader." "Well, EcstasyInc came to me in New York where I was doing a gay revue off Broadway, asked if I'd like to put together a dance group of boys for the ship here and the island...we'll be performing on the island tonight, by the way, since you missed our earlier show," Byron began. "It sounded like fun. Little did I know they literally meant...BOYS...YOUNG boys...the youngest was just ten years old...that's Jesse over there, the one getting his cock sucked. He's eleven now. We rehearsed here on the boat as they were refurbishing it...they were literally hiding us away. I taught the kids all the right moves...we weren't nude but the show was...VERY...suggestive..." "OBSCENE!" one of the boys called out from the back. "Maybe, but not NEARLY as obscene as when they took away all our clothes an added these old codgers...one of them was TWENTY! Twice as old as little Jesse over there." Byron went on. "Then they said...put some FUCKING into the act." "Now...I'll admit, six cute, naked, little boys, there was already a lot of fucking going on," Byron laughed, but NOT on stage. "We began to test the boys and the ...'men'...we began to make changes, men with quite slender cocks, boys who could handle bigger cocks...testing lubricants, testing the effects of Duralon on the boys. We went on like that for two or three months while they were readying the ship and the island. Then, about six months ago, we put on our first really..." "OBSCENE!" the voice called out again. "Obscene performance, and guess what...they said it was TOO...obscene," Byron laughed, "we had to tone it down a little." "I see...ohhhhhhh god, kid, you're quite the jackoff artist," Derek shuddered in sexual pleasure. "What' you do to change the act." "We took out the trapese," Byron smiled at what little Windon was doing to Derek's hard, throbbing, man-cock." "I beg your pardon?" Derek looked up from the boy in surprise. "We actually had two kids fucking each other from a trapese," Byron laughed. "Actually, what you saw...DIDN'T...see last night was a pale ghost of what we originally worked up. It was closer to what you'll see tonight, down on the beach by the fire...minus the trapese, of course. "We put on monkey suits an swing naked from the palm trees," one of the older guys joked. "While juggling bananas and balancing naked boys on our cocks," another dancer shouted. "Ohhhahhahhhh fuckkkkk, I'm cumming!" he aded,seemingly as an afterthought. Byron looked over his shoulder at the sexual action behind him. "That's Orin. He cums easy...and Dudley suckin' him...he's really good. You should try him before you leave." "Windon is certainly...making his presence felt...feels goood,boy," Derek congratulated his pre-teen masturbator. "Just how old are your boys...and the men?" "Well, like I said, Jesse's the youngest at eleven, the other five boys are mostly 12 or 13. The...'so-called' men range in age from...Abel, how old are you now?" "Eighteen," the man with his cock firmly lodged in a young boy's ass replied. "Ohhhh yeah, kid, fuck that eighteen-year-old monster!" "He's the youngest of the men, and Don the oldest at...twenty-one, I think," Byron added. "I'm 24...I fill in once in a while if one of the guys is down or needs a night off. This show is VERY demanding physically. As you can see all the men...well...boys too, are quite...athletic...pretty faces yes, but superb bodies and big cocks...the main prerequisites for this job...also the ability to handle some pretty good size cocks...on the part of the boys, that is." "Yes, I was noticing how...fit...how well-toned everyone is...they're a really...you're all a very beautiful bunch of guys," Derek shifted his remarks to the group as a whole. "You fishing for an ORGY?" Stephen cried from the crowd. "HEY!" Byron called back over his shoulder, "can't you fuckin' take a compliment without an ulterior motive?" "You have backups for the boys too?" Derek questioned, I'd think THEY would be the ones most prone to injury. Ohhhhah fuck, ohhhahhhhhh, god kid, oaoghhehaehrh man you're makin' it feel good....lohhhhhahhehhhh fucccckkkk." "Actually we have a complete team of six backups, a stand-in for each boy...doctor's orders...too many were getting...we alternate each night we perform...the other boys are the ones who were on last night, they're sleeping it off one deck up." "Some friends who saw your show last night said the guys actually DANCE with boys impaled on their cocks...dance to orgasm?" Derek questioned. "Oh yeahhhh....we go on until orgasm, then we slow it down a little...some of the boys fake it, of course..." "Some of the MEN too," Derek heard another voice from the crowd. "The boys are too young to shoot, right?" Derek sought to confirm. "I can shoot," little Windon piped up from his masturbatory duties on Derek's cock. "I just started shootin' my stuff a week ago...I got some cock hairs now too." "Your voice changing too?" Derek looked down at the sweet face gazing up so innocently at him, knowing the kid was anything BUT innocent. "Not that I've noticed...still pretty much soprano all the way," Windon told him not missing a stroke on Derek's cock. "Gettin' to ya? Feelin' it? Gonna make ya cum? I wanna make ya cum. I wanna fuckin' SUCK your cum...if it don't taste like some GIRL!" "You're doin' just fine, boy, keep doin' it to me like, keep jackin' that fucker, ohhh yeah, yeah, yeah, gonnna really make me cum harrrdd..." Derek egge the kid on. "So, how much does EcstasyInc shell out for this...OBSCENE...extravaganza?" "Two grand a week for the boys, a thousand a week for the men...I get two..." Byron informed him. "Plus all the boys we can fuck..." one of the men called out. "There are certain extra...perks...room and board." "If you can call it that," one of the kids yelled out. "The kids eat their weight in...provisions...every week practically," Byron laughed. "Actually, we keep everyone, especially the kids, on a very strict diet...cooped up like this, they're proned to gaining weight and that's disastrous with a show the type we do." "I noticed you said the boys earn TWICE what the men do?" Derek questioned. "We have to bribe their parents," Byron explained. "Or, at least, that's what it amounts to." "The parents know what kind of show the boys put on?" Derek asked. "FUCK NO!" Byron cried in disbelief that Derek would ask such a question. "You kidding me? Oh, I think some of them suspect there's some hanky-panky but...fuck noo...most of the boys haven't even SEEN their parents since the show began...and probably WON'T until they get too old to dance on the end of a cock." "Really?" Derek reaacted in surprise. "Their parents just keep opening the paychecks each week, and don't ask questions," Byron went on. "The boys...we sock away about 90% of what they get in a Cayman bank account. Once they get to big to toss around like toys on stage, EcstasyInc will put them to work on the island as hospitality boys." "Hospitality boys?" Derek had never heard the phrase before. "Little boy whores," Byron translated. "You'll meet hundreds of them later...you'll probably have your OWN 'hospitality boy' to enjoy once you get there...big VIP like you, probably a DOZEN or so, in fact." "Ohhhh fuck, I'm gonna cummmmmm..." Derek suddenly realized as his groin contracted, pulsed, throbbed, then expelled a river of juicy hot cum arching out into the middle of the deck as Windon pumped Derek's sex organ voraciously. "OHHHHHH YEAHHHHH, NICE ONE, NICE ONE....OHHAHHEHHH YEAH, ANOTHER ONE, AND ANOTHER ONE'S GONE, ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST!" the boy sang out, proving he did, indeed, still have his soprano voice. "DUM...DUM...DUM...DUM, ANOTHER BITES THE DUST, ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST...HEY, YOU'RE GIVIN' OUT ON ME, THE SONG GOES ON FOR ANOTHER SIX MEASURES..." Windom cried in disapointment as Derek began to ooze, then seep as his Duralon-enhanced semon played out after about seven hot shots. "OHAHEHHRHEHHR FUCK, KID, FUCK, FUCK, FUCCCCKKK...AGHEOIERHOIH GOD, PUMP THAT FUCKER, MAN, MAKIN' ME CUMMMM....CUMMMMM. OHHH FUCCCK, AHEHHAHOEORIHOIH GOD, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, SHOOTIN' IT SOOO HARD, GOHIEHOAIEHROHO GOD, NOTHING LIKE A GOOD, HARD, HANDJOB FROM A KID WHO KNOWS HOW!!" Derek held the boy, hugging him, kissing him on the top of the head, then on the lips as the dancing group gave them a hearty round of cheering applause. "Good job, Windon!" Byron cried, "As you can see, Derek...and feel...these boys are very much consumate performers, whether as a group or as individuals, they know how to put on a good show." Derek nodded meekly in agreement, slumped on his bale of fresh, white linens, "Ohhhhhh fucccckkk....ohhhhhhhhhahhhhhh!"