Date: Sat, 25 Aug 2012 20:03:43 -0400 From: John Marshall Subject: Ecstasy Renewed Chapter 14 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 14 "Still hard at it, I see," Doug Bristol observed as he sat down on the couch next to Derek and his laptop in a quiet little lounge Derek had discovered by accident. It had apparently gone UNdiscovered by most of the rest of the Duralon addicts on board. "Well, still hard, anyway," Derek stroked his blood-engored cock a time or two. "I wanna get this all written up and sent out before we get to the island this afternoon or I probably never WILL get it done." "I want to thank you for what you did for Bunny last night, the boys and some others have told me how bad off she was," Doug rested his arm around Derek's shoulders, hugging him gently. "How is she NOW?" Derek inquired. "Okay...on a short leash, but okay," Doug sighed, peering over Derek's shoulder trying to read what the man was typing. "Short leash?" Derek asked without stopping. "I attached both the boys to her with orders to keep her under control," Doug explained. "Nothing like a little brother, let along TWO little brothers, to put a damper on a teenaged girl's sexual proclivities. "Assuming they don't fuck her themselves," Derek smiled, not looking up from his screen. "Actually, I'm assuming they will...or ARE...or have..." Doug laughed. "I figure if that's the worst that happens, she'll be okay." "You've come around to accepting incest as a...a given?" Derek questioned. Doug took a deep breath, releasing Derek from his embrace. "We're all sexual...as a family, extremely sexual...cooped up here on the boat, later on the island...not to mention Duralon...I see no point in fighting it. Horny young boys will be horny young boys...and Bunny..." "And YOU?" Derek asked pointedly. Doug was silent for several seconds. "The boys...I'd mollest the both of them in a second, if the right moment came around. Bunny...I don't know...fuckin' your own daughter..." "Reminds you too much of your wife?" Derek asked perceptively. "Yes, but that's as much a temptation as it is...off-putting..." Doug searched for words, feeling the intensity of Derek's searching gaze. Their faces grew closer, their noses met, then their lips. "Thank you, I've been hoping you'd do that since yesterday." Derek pushed away the laptop and reached for Doug's sizable hard cock. "I've been hoping you'd do THAT too," Doug added, fastening upon Derek's manhood. "The Duralon gets to you after a while if you don't..." Derek's words were interrupted as Doug's lips ingested them. "I need to cum, BAAAAD," Doug breathed between Derek's lips as they parted. Derek leaned Doug over onto his back on the sectional couch, covering the man with his naked body, probing his loins with his seven-inch cock. "You want fucked?" he asked. "NO," Doug reacted quickly. "Not by that monstrosity." "It's not as big as it looks," Derek smiled into yet another kiss. "It's BIGGER than it looks," Doug insisted, peering down between them, comparing his own six inches or so to Derek's noticeably larger appendage. "Never been fucked before?" Derek guessed. "Not till this trip...an NEVER by a grown man," Doug confessed. "I'm not as gay as I look." "You don't look gay at all," Derek whispered softly as their cocks moved purposefully between them. "Gay is more a matter of...feeling...than looking," Doug told Derek as both their cocks began to pulsate in pleasure. "Suck me," Derek suddenly demanded, moving up over the man, straddling his chest, aiming his cock at the man's mouth. Doug took the bait, though not without some difficulty. "You've never sucked many cocks, either, have you?" Derek judged. "Only little boys, never...hameammanjmmfhhfhhhh..." Doug tried to speak as Derek slenced him with his cock. "Someone's gonna have to teach you how to be gay," Derek told him, "before we get to the island, or you're gonna be a rather odd duck in the water." "Hahhammmmfhfhanhhghhahhah..." Doug found he couldn't talk with a cock in his mouth. "There's more to being gay than fuckin' around with naked little boys...and girls..." Derek intoned as he gently fucked Doug's face with his cock. "Boy sex is lots of fun, but...once you leave here...highly dangerous...in a manner of speaking, even DEADLY." Doug gave up trying to speak and just listened...and sucked, though inept would have been a kind description of his cocksucking prowess. "Watch the teeth, don't try to take it all, concentrate on the head, using your tongue, think of it as a lollipop or maybe an ice cream cone...a very CREAMY ice cream cone...not very icy, now that I think about it but...yeah, yeah, that's it, you're getting the knack, easy, easy...I know it's big...try not to choke on it, learn to control your gag reflex." Derek instructed patiently as he carefully fed Doug his cock. "You've been sucked off before, just think about what felt good and do that, in and out, yeah, yeah, suck it, make love to it, taste it...don't worry about my load..." Doug was bug-eyed with concentration. Derek was no twelve-year-old boy and he had the cock to prove it. But, unlike the cute young kids he'd been sucking off, Derek knew how to handle himself...how to handle his cock...how to move...and what NOT to do as much as what TO do in face-fucking a man. "Hey, you're gettin' there," Derek congratulated the man. "It's actually starting to feel good." "Hammmanmmffjjfannfffffff," Doug flunked the "talking with his mouth full while sucking a cock" test. "Dammit, will you shut the fuck up, you bit me..." Derek cried. "That fuckin' HURT." It didn't. It was barely a nip, but Derek wanted to teach the man a lesson. He needed remedial help in not trying to do two things at the same time. Silently, chastened, Doug sucked on. "Ohhhh yeah, man, yeah, yeah, feelin' it, man, feellin' it really...oaoghehahehrh fuck yeah, suck that fucker, man, suck me, suck me succcckkkkkk meeeee....oohahhehhehrh fuck, fuck, oghheahehrhhh god, yes, suckin' it good...suckin it, suckin' it, ohhhhh fuck, gettin' to me, babe, gettin' fuckin' to me, ohhh fuck yes, gonna do it to me, man, gettin' me close, gonna make me blow, ohhhahhah god, yes, yes, yes, get ready...get ready man, gonna cum...ohhahehhr fuck, fuck, take it, take it, take my cum...no...no don't pull off...gotta learn...guys expect you to...AOEOHAHEORIHHEHRHEHHHG GOD, OEHHGHAHEHRHRHHGH FUCCCK, FUCK, FUCCCKKK...AOGHEOAIEHROIRH GOD, FUCKIN' CUMMIN', MAN, MAKIN' ME CUM, MAKIN' ME...TAKE IT...SWALLOW IT, LEARN TO LIKE IT, OHHAHEHRH YEAH, OHHEHAHEHR FUCK, GOTTA LEARN TO LIKE CUM, GOTTA LEARN TO SUCK GUYS OFF...EVEN LITTLE BOYS SHOOT THEIR CUM ONCE IN A WHILE...PUBERTY STRIKES...NOTHING LIKE THE TASTE OF SWEET, FRESH, HOT BOY-CUM...OHHEHAHEH YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, OHHH YEAH, YOU LEARN FAST, MAN, OHAOEIOHOH GOD, SUCKIN' ME OFF LIKE A PRO, MAN, OHHAHHAH YEAH, YEAH, YEAHHHHHHHhhhhhhh!!!" "Ohhhhhh, fuck, I think I'm gonna vomit!" Doug cried once Derek had withdrawn. "NO!" Derek cried, holding him down. "Hold it...hold it down...I know, I had the same reaction the first time...takes a little getting use too...salty, right? I know, I know, I shoot a lot but...yeah, yeah, that's it...better now, right?" "No, but...god, you taste...horrible..." Doug couldn't help laughing at the image the two of them must present to anyone passing by in the corridor outside the open arch of the reading room. "I'm not some sweet little boy, all peppermint candy or vanilla milkshakes," Derek told Doug needlessly as he climbed off the man's chest and returned to his laptop. "Do all grown men taste that bad?" Doug inquired, sitting up once more. "Everyone tastes different," Derek informed him as he wiped his hands so as not to mess up his keyboard. "Let's HOPE," Doug sighed. "Where ya goin', don't you want me to suck YOU now?" Derek asked as Doug moved to leave. "I...I think I better...I better go check on the boys...and...BUNNY, ohhhh god, Bunny..." "See ya," Derek smiled, knowing full well the man was on his way to the nearest restroom to throw up. His carnal needs now fulfilled, Derek returned to what he was writing: "EcstasyInc is the illegitimate stepson of Cox International and a half-dozen wealthy shareholders who have each put up between twenty and fifty million dollars for a no-holes-barred homosexual playground where the only rules are nudity and anonymity. I say illegitimate because the Cox International subsidiary, Cox Pharmaceuticals, has had a vested interested in both the the conception and the upbringing of this horny young corporate boy-child. In the wake of the downfall of mega-billionaire Colton Cox, his multi-national corporate cash cow discovered they were, in fact, the benificiary of a concept recognized by the Bahamian courts as "Corporate Sovereignty." It mattered little that no other country on the face of the earth but the Bahamians recognize such a legal concept. The few acres of sand and scrub Cox calls "The Land of Ecstasy" turned out to be a tax haven of inestimable value. Cox International recently took up residence in their new nation's embassy in Nassau. The soaring black glass tower occupies only a little less acerage than the country itself and its total square footage of office space probably EXCEEDS that of their sandy little atoll." "The Land of Ecstasy goes out of its way to proclaim and validate its nationhood. They have a flag, a rainbow with two interlocking male symbols, (one larger than the other) a national anthem set to the tune of "YMCA," their own electronic currency pegged to the American dollar (called the "sand dollar" or more often just "sandy"). They issue stamps, have their own internet monicker (.loe), and an eleven-year-old crown prince. Oh, I almost forgot. They also have a navy...well, one ship, actually, the M.S. Arousal. "I've spent the past 24 hours on board the Arousal in a near constant state of arousal. I've talked to her captain, interviewed members of the crew, and thoroughly enjoyed my VIP status, which may be in jeopardy once this chronicle hits the street. The Arousal is a refurbished cruise ship built in 1980, painted sparkling white, and manned by a crew of approximately 150 mostly teenaged boys whose sole purpose is keeping a similar number of passengers happy, well-fed, and sexually entertained for a day and a night until they have traveled the 500 miles from Nassau to the fabled Land of Ecstasy where there are virtually NO rules regarding sexual conduct. Such passage does not come cheap. Guest spend $20,000 for the least expensive time-share entitling a single individual to one week per year of unrestrained sexual ecstasy with as many naked young boys as they can accomodate while on Duralon in its various manifestations. They may bring guests at varying rates and there are a whole menu of accomodation upgrades allowing the cost to more than triple for those for whom money is no object. For those wishing to become citizens of Ecstasy, prices start at one million sand dollars for a small, one-bedroom, year-round villa, and soar into the erotic stratosphere for more luxurious digs." "If all this sounds too good to be true, for many would-be guests, it IS. First you must apply for a visa (a real visa, not a credit card). The fee--a non-refundable $2,000. The application demands a head shot and a full-bodied nude photo--no fat, ugly people allowed. The minimum age is 18, though guests (not necessarily blood relatives) are permitted as young as twelve, and with special dispensation, as young as ten. A complete physical evaluation is also required with special attention given to HIV status and various social diseases (Ecstasy is a condom free principality). If all that plus a background check and credit review comes back okay, then you're entitled to buy into this cozy little erotic resort. Oh, I almost forgot, you have to be under the age of 40 unless you can bribe someone with some Sandys under the table. Rumor has it the going rate is ten thousand for every year past the limit." "If you're thinking the Land of Ecstasy is a totally male domain, you're mostly right, but having said that, there are a surprising mumber of girlfriends, wives, and daughters on board the Arousal at this moment, on their way to fulfill their ultimate sexual fantasies. And take it from me, the female guests on board are among the most sexually free-wheeling. Bearing in mind the various limitations I've mentioned, there is still a great variety of individual types among the guests. Disney has no monopoly on kids. There are at least two dozen teenaged boys on their way to Ecstasy, a smaller number of girls, probably a score of adult ladies, wives, and mothers. There are also perhaps that many more men who are probably lying about their ages. What they all have in common is that they are all jaybird naked, all sexually active (especially the kids) and, it would seem, lacking a jealous bone in their extremely attractive bodies." "Two elements come together to make all this possible--Cox Pharmaceutical's Duralon line of sexual enhancements, and the fact that where sex is concerned, especially gay sex, YOUTH RULES. Young boys here on the boat, and on Ecstasy Island earn as much as two-thousand sand dollars a WEEK, split evenly between themselves and their parents, who may or may not be aware of how their strikingly beautiful, nubile, young sons managed to earn so much money. Its axiomatic in marketing and advertising, "sex sells." Along side this golden rule in the area of gay marketing and advertising, boy-sex sells. Usually it's not as blatant or all-pervasive as that of EcstasyInc, but so long as it has the thinest veil of legitimacy, the pretty faces and toned bodies of the twelve to sixteen male population compares quite favorably to a smililar quantity of gold boullion. Moreover, there is even a very active training ground for ten to twelve-year-olds. The Land of Ecstasy economy devours beautiful, naked, young boys voraciously. Puberty is priceless. Adolescense quite valuable. Young adulthood...not so much. Which is not to say that EcstasyInc chews up attractive young boys and spits them out like so much used bubble gum. Believe it or not, male whoredom is a career track." "Ages ten to twelve are the formative years where former toy boys train and evaluate these youngsters to decide if they have what it takes (and the kind of parents it takes) to become sexual playthings for the rich and famous (or almost famous). Twelve years of age is the delicate age in which pubes first pop, sperm first spurts, and fragile young voices waver with the weather. Thirteen is prime tenderloin, often a boy's peak earning period. Fourteen may see that earning power level off or maybe even rise slightly. By fifteen, the boy, depending a great deal on his genes, will sees his sexual attractiveness begin to level out and start to decline. By sixteen, the boy is well past his prime and sees the demand for his sexual services taper off, sometimes quite sharply." "At seventeen, EcstasyInc puts their breeding stock out to pasture, meaning it's off to some kind of school or training facility having to do with the hospitality industry, entertainment, computer technology, transportation, or various support services needed to facilitate the growth and operation of the boy-sex industry. The best and brightest move into management. Those less so end up cutting the grass or watering the flowers (all while maintaining the impressive physical and sexual assets and working, whenever appropriate, in the nude). Some marry (each other or the very opposite sex). Bisexuality is the rule at EcstasyInc, not the exception. Some leave the company (often for a different Cox subsidiary). EcstasyInc is still a very young boy (less than five years old). Surprisingly though, most such young people who leave, come away from their time with the company quite well off financially and well-primed for success." "Some don't, however. Drugs, quite apart fom Duralon (which is not without casualties), take their toll. The criminal element is just outside the door. Traditional prostitution is not just a female institution With its long, greedy arms, it embraces the men and boys who are deemed corporate misfits. HIV and VD take out more than a few, often before they reach the age of thirty. Yet EcstasyInc is quite conscientious in attempting to take care of its own. And, as they get better at it, the casualties in the boy-sex business are likely to decline. Yet, in absolute numbers, they will probably increase. EcstasyInc is more than just the cliche "growing concern." Though largely still a gay underground phenomena at this point in time, its appeal, as seen by the variety of people willing to plop down exceptional amounts of cold, hard, sand dollars, is much broader even than just boy-sex. Total, uninhibited sexual indulgence in a luxury resort setting is, if not universal, then at least much more attractive that the general public now realizes." Derek scanned back up over his article, correcting what spelling his spell-checker missed, deleting a line here, a word there, adding a few more elsewhere. He wondered how the people at EcstasyInc would receive such an unvarnished report. Fortunately, he'd soon be off the boat and watching it sail back over the horizon toward Nassau for yet another group of boy-lovers. He attached the file and clicked "send," zipping it off to the Gay Blade. Several questions lingered, waiting for his arrival at Ecstasy for answers. Names and faces drifted before him, Ronon, Kevin, the impetuous little Crown Prince of Ecstasy, and a name he never heard until earlier today, said to be not just the biggest stockholder at EcstasyInc, but the acting Chairman of the Board of Cox International--Jim Loin.