Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2012 01:23:33 -0400 From: John Marshall Subject: Ecstasy Renewed Chapter 19 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: The inclusion of any actual individuals in this story is in no way meant to suggest actual occurrences or their sexual orientation. If you like what you read, let me know at crackerjacker18@hotmail.com. ECSTASY RENEWED CHAPTER 19 Derek was seeing a side of Kevin Cox he'd never seen before. Early the next morning, Kevin and Ronon had dragged his sex-sotted naked body out of bed, fortified him with coffee and some cereal concoction they swore was good for him, then led him to the somewhat larger villa next door, which they called the cradle. There Kevin introduced him to the "house parents," Scott and Latoya Tinker. "We call him just Tinker and her we call 'Toy'...get it, Tinker Toy," Kevin told him as he introduced the extremely attractive couple whom Derek guessed to be about eighteen. Kevin referred to them proudly as his staff. Derek wondered, but didn't ask how they felt about working for an eleven-year-old little stinker like Kevin. Then, as the kid stepped into the midst of the six naked young boys who were this week's contingent of newbies, Derek began to realize that, despite his age, Kevin displayed a surprising competance in his assigned post as Director of Training. To put it simply, it was readily apparent the boy had "been there, done that." "I hope you boys all got a good night's sleep last night...or at least had lots of fun NOT sleeping," Kevin began as Derek, Ronon, and the Tinkers stood in the background watching the "director" do his stuff. The boys laughed self-consciously on cue. "I'm Kevin. I'm the guy in charge of teaching you cute little fuckers how to be cuter little fuckers." "This about an average group?" Derek questioned Scott Tinker softly as they listened in. "Yeah...a couple really young ones though...god, I wish they'd quit sending us ten-year-olds," Tinker sighed, "they're cute and frisky and sweet and all, but...no matter how much sex they've been exposed to in their young lives, they're just not ready...mentally, physically, emotionally..." "They just need a little extra mothering," Toy smiled, hugging her husband. "I know...you LOVE those hot little boy-cocks but..." Tinker told his wife, "but to me, they're a bunch of infantile pains in the ass." "You literally have to teach them how to fuck?" Derek asked. "Usually not...not in the basic sense, but...sexually, they all lack the subtle sophistication we expect of our pleasure boys here on the island," Tinker told Derek, "they mostly know the mechanics but...though most have never BEEN fucked and some barely know which hole to use." "I'm sure that by now you all know why you're here," Kevin continued. "Your parents are REALLY greedy." Again, the boys laughed. "No, seriously, you're here because every last fuckin' one of you is...exquisitely beautiful...orgasmically beautiful. I could almost shoot my cum just looking at you...if I was OLD enough to shoot my cum. Any you guys old enough to shoot your cum yet?" One boy held up his hand. "Lucky fucker," Kevin sighed dismissively as all the others again laughed. "You're all here because you also have extraorinarily big cocks and slender, nubile, little boy-bodies with a great deal of sexual potential. Some of you are here because you've already shown a great deal of sexual charisma...that means you're horny little fuckers." Kevin knew how to entertain a crowd. He had far more than the legal limit of sexual charisma himself. "God, he's good," Derek remarked in surprise. "He's EXCELLENT with the boys," Tinker said with no small degree of admiration. "He's one of them. He knows where they're coming from and where they're going to, which makes him unique." "You two do a pretty remarkable job with the boys, too," Ronon commented encouragingly. "We wipe noses and play with their horny little cocks," Tinker smiled down at the young boy whom he could hardly keep his hands off at any given moment he was near. "Kevin is the one who makes them into professional toy boys." "By this time next week, most of them will be warming the bed of a sexual mentor over at Cox Pharm or Cox International where they'll learn the finer points of pleasuring others not unlike themselves." Toy explained. "We usually leave them with mentors for about 12 to 16 months, depending on the boy, then they become available to guests." "For most of you, this is the first time you've been away from home, away from friends, family, your parents..." Kevin continued with an earnest note to his voice. "We're your friends, family, and parents now. Think of Tinker and Toy as your mom and dad, the other boys here as your brothers, and me, Ronon, and the others here at Ecstasy as your friends. We all love you...a lot...more than your realize...maybe more than you'll ever know." Kevin paused as a deep silence fell over the group. "We're going to teach you how to make yourself and others feel good," Kevin continued softly. "We're going to teach you how to give the most exquisite, beautiful, loving, wonderful kind of sexual pleasure one boy can give to another." "What about girls?" One of the boys asked in a high, soft voice. "Hmph, there's one in every crowd, a closet hetero," Kevin joked. "Yes, we'll teach you how to fuck girls, though as you may have noticed, there ain't a lot of'em around her to practice on." "The really young ones like this, the virginal little guys, we call 'puppies,'" Toy told Derek. "That's mostly ten and eleven-year-olds. Then once they start shooting cum, mostly boys twelve and thirteen, we refer to them as bunnies." "Bunnies?" Derek questioned, smiling. "You know, they fuck like rabbits," Tinker filled him in. "The older ones, fourteen and fifteen, are our 'stud muffins.'" "Cute," Derek commented. "Once they turn sixteen, they're just plain 'STUDS'" Toy told him with a earthy, sexy growl, "our breeding stock." "And by seventeen, we put them out to pasture," Tinker continued. "You just...let them go?" Derek remarked in surprise. "Fuck no, god, after all we've invested in them," Ronon reacted. "For the best of the best, the brightest ones, it's off to Cox U. in Tampa for four to eight years, depending on their major. Some come back to us doctors...scientists, fodder for Cox Pharm to devour." "And the others?" Derek probed. "If they show promise, we fit them in here at the management level, or over at Cox Pharm doing grunt work." Ronon told him. "The guys you saw over at the terminal last night behind the desks, guest services, food services...some of them have moved up from being pleasure boys...although some don't consider it a move UP." He grinned mischievously. "And the really dumb dudes end up mowing the lawn and combing the beach for debris," Tinker added, his attitude hardening somewhat. "Tink, that's not fair, many of the boys move on to trade schools or positions with other Cox industries, we just usually don't know what happens to them individually," Toy explained. "So, today, boys and girls...err...boys and...uhh boys, we're gonna go on a little field trip," Kevin brightened as the prospect of showing off his island seemed to excite him. "You know, I'm the only one on the entire island who can say they were BORN here." "Ohhhh, god, here we go again, the ego trip always goes with the field trip," Ronon sighed in dismay. "My grandfather, Jason Cox, founded Cox Industries and chose this island as his getaway from the pressures of corporate life where he could kick back, kick off his shoes...and anything else he might be wearing...and...well, he fucked a lot, from what they say. He had his own little harem of beautiful, young teenaged boys pretty much like you, only maybe a little older. My mother and...step-father grew up here, I lived here on the island until I was nine years old. Then...well...shit happens...LOTS of shit happened...anyway, about six months ago my husband, Ronon, and I came back here to an island paradise I hardly recognized. We welcomed the first group of cute little puppies like you to the island and began shaping them into the finest group of pleasure boys in the world. Today, we're going to take you around to meet some of those boys, and nearly 250 others who have come here since the first days, so you can get a feel for where you are and WHO your are, and HOW you fit in with everything that happens here. Actually, you boys are getting in on the ground floor. We add about eight to ten new boys each week. At this rate, we will have more than doubled our staff within a year and hopefully, doubled the number of naked bodies you boys will be servicing in the coming months." "One thing you can say, he's honest...doesn't pull any punches," Derek decided. "You got that right," Tinker agreed. "He's training a team of...little-boy whores...teenaged sex machines, fuck-buddies, pleasure boys, whatever you want to call them, and he doesn't gloss it over." "You wanna follow them on the tour or, I thought we might go snoop around Cox Pharm, see what the good doctors over there are fuckin' with," Ronon asked. "I've seen most of the island, let's go pay the doctors a house call," Derek decided. "You wanna forsake a bunch of cute little boys for a bunch of stodgy old MDs?" Tinker smiled as he waved goodbye to Kevin and the boys. "It's the reporter in me, trumping the sex maniac," Derek joked. "Besides, I got the cutest little boy on the island guiding me, what more could I ask?" The trip in one of the island's signature rainbow-colored golf carts took less than five minutes before they pulled up in front of a large building with a loading dock in front and an office entrance to the right of that. "It's part factory, part offices, part labs, part medical center, and part whorehouse," Ronon joked as they headed for the office entrance. "The left side, as the big sign indicates, is the Duralon production facility...about as interesting as an aspirin factory." Inside, Ronon greeted a pretty teenaged boy behind the reception desk who handed them visitor pendants on a chain. Donning them, they headed through a set of double doors to an office area, then back toward an elevator. "I thought you might wanna visit the 'milking parlor' first," Ronan told Derek as the elevator went up a couple levels. "The what?" Derek laughed. "You'll see, Dr. Morgenstern will explain," Ronon smiled. "Ronon...here for your daily contribution?" A nude young man with a stethescope around his neck greeted them. "Doctor M, this is a friend of my, Derek Chandler from the 'Gay Blade.' I told him you'd tell him all about the 'milking parlor.'" "Derek, I read your column nakedly every week," the doctor greeted him. "There is little here for publication, by the way." "I'll look over anything he writes," Ronon promised. "The 'Gay Blade' is the only newspaper we provide here on Ecstasy," Ronon explained for Derek's benefit. "I really don't much like that term, 'milking parlor'," Dr. Morgenstern began as they proceeded to a separate area of the lab. "Officially it's the sperm collection facility." "Is this what I think it is?" Derek questioned. "Probably," Ronon laughed. "You see, several years ago Cox Pharm developed a special cream designed to heighten orgasmic pleasure," the doctor began. "It worked, but...well, it worked a little TOO well...there were problem, to put it mildly. However, we found that one of the interesting side effects was that it tended to promote exceptional penis growth in young boys. We called it Peniped." "Interesting, to say the least," Derek commented. "Yes, well, we began testing it, eventually on younger and younger boys, down to the age of two. What we found was that by applying the cream daily to the boys' genitals, over a period of years, as the boys grew to puberty, they developed a magnificent 50% advantage over the boys in our control group in terms of penis development." "WOW!" Derek gasped in surprise. "We've started seeing twelve-year-olds with seven, eight, even NINE-inch cocks," Ronon told Derek. "And this from boys who are STILL growing," the doctor added. "Our earliest test subjects are now twelve...god only knows what they'll be when they reach maturity." "They're predicting twelve inches for some," Ronon smiled knowledgably. "Probably optimistic," the doctor countered. "We've put the stuff out for field testing on a limited basis starting five years ago. We've got some seven-year-olds now with five to six inches." "Cutest little fuckers you ever saw," Ronon laughed. "Parents actually USE this stuff on their...their little boys?" Derek asked in amazement. "Hey, what father doesn't wanna see his son have a big dick," the doctor laughed. "It's not hard finding volunteers...lots of Cox International employees, most of them." Ronon explained. "But, one of the problems with Peniped is that it's primary active ingredient is...sperm," the doctor pronounced very seriously. "Not just sperm, but sperm from boys 12 to 15," Ronon added. "Immature sperm," the doctor continued, "sperm from boys like Ronon here. We harvest his and that of the other boys his age here on the island who have started ejaulating but haven't reached full sexual maturity. And that's what you see here," the doctor gestured broadly at a number of reclining seats each with a cylindrical divice suspended from slender, transparent tubed. About half were occupied by naked young boys, literally getting their cocks sucked by machines. "You can see why we call it the 'milking parlor,' Ronon smiled. "I'm here to make my contribution to the cause, you wanna try it too?" "But...I'm not...I'm over fifteen," Derek objected, as he watched Ronon stretched out in a nearby chair which resembled that used by a dentis. "We wouldn't be using your sperm," the doctor indicated. "You're welcome to join Ronon if you like, to experience what our boys enjoy every morning." "Sure, why not?" Derek forced a brave smile as he seated himself lying out in the chair next to Ronon's. "It takes the daily sperm of five young boys to make a single application of the cream," the doctor went on. "We couldn't do it, of course, without the ready supply of young boys we have here at Ecstasy." "Every boy between 12 and 15 on the island comes here daily to be...'milked'," Ronon explained as the doctor fitted the rubbery tube over Ronon's six-inch boy-cock. For Derek's cock they had to search for a size larger. "I take it this is at least somewhat...pleasurable," Derek asked? Ronon burst out laughing as even the doctor smiled broadly, "You'll see." "Shouldn't there be dim lights, soft music, maybe some porno video over on the wall?" Derek joked. "Believe me, that's not necessary," Dr. Morgenstern guaranteed him. "OOOOOO FUCCCCKKKKKKK!" Derek cried out at the doctor switched on his machine and the patented mechanical blowjob began. "You like that?" Ronon laughed as his face contorted into one of aching sexual pleasure. "FUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKK!" Derek repeated, for lack of a better exclamatory. "Kevin can't WAIT to start shooting so he can come over here an get orgasmed every day," Ronon smiled as his face left little doubt of the intense sexual pleasure he was starting to feel. "Kevin will spend the whole fucking DAY over here," Derek gasped as his pleasure quickly bounded higher and higher. "Nope, only a boy's first daily offering is suitable for processing," Ronon insisted, "though I'm sure some boys cheat and cum a few times before they make it over here." "I've had to discipline a couple boys, the quality of their sperm drops dramatically later in the day," the doctor noted as he watched readings on a laptop computer. "Ohhhhhhhh fuck, this feels like...like...god, nothing I've ever felt before in my life," Derek gasped as he watched Ronon endure the same swelling sexual pleasure he was feeling. "Gettin' close?" Ronon gasped, barely able to contain the pleasure his cock and the machine was giving him. "Fuck yes, you?" Derek moaned. "The fastest ejaculation you'll ever experience," the doctor told Derek. "Here at Cox, we're nothing if not efficient." "Ohhhhhhh god, I can't stand it!" Derek cried out as he entered an acutely pleasurable phase. "Want me to remove the apparatus?" the doctor asked. "NOOOO...FUCK NOOOOO...OHHHHH GOD, OHHHHH GOD, OHHHH FUCCCCCKKKKK...IT JUST KEEPS GETTING BETTER AND BETTER, STRONGER AND STRONGER, OHHAHEHHHH GOD, I GOTTA GET ME ONE OF THESE!" Derek cried out as his orgasm swelled inside him. "Seventy-thousand each," the doctor noted, "hang on, you're about to deliver." "AIAIIEIAHEHRHEHAHEIOEOOIIAEHRHHAGHEIAIEHIGEOOIHGHHHAHHG!!!" Derek heard and saw Ronon deliver his trademark wail of excruciating sexual pleasure, watching as the machine sucked a prodigous quantity of boy-cum from his cock, "OHAHEHHHH GOD, CUMMING, CUMMING, CUMMING, CUMMING, AOGHEHAOEOORHEH FUCK, EVERY DAY, THE SAME, BUT I'LL NEVER FUCKIN' GET USED TO THIS, OHHHHH GOD, THE FEELING, OAHHEHHAHEHRH FUCK CUMMING, CUMMING, STILL CUMMING, OHGHEHAHEH GOD, DOC, YOU SET THIS THING TO SHUT DOWN WHEN IT HITS A GALLON?" "OAOEHHAEORIH GOD, RONON, RONON, CUMMING TOO, CUMMING AHGOEAHEOIRHOH GOD, SO HARD, HARDER THAN I EVER...AOGHEHAIOIEIOHROIH FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK, OEOHAIOEIHOEIHR GOD, FEELS...FEELS...BETTER THAN ANYTHING I EVER...OAOEHHHRAHEHHH GOD, THE BEST ORGASM I EVER....GHAOEIHOAIEHORIHOOIH GOD, THE FEELING, SUCKIN' THE FUCK OUTTA ME, MAN, SUCKIN' THE CUM RIGHT UP FROM MY BALLS, SUCKIN' MY BALLS EVEN, OGOHEHAOEIHROEIH GOD, GOD, GOD, AHHEHAHEHRHHHH FUCK, TURN IT OFF, TURN IT OFF, IT'S FUCKIN' KILLIN' ME...GHEOAIOEHROIEH GOD, NO...DON'T...DON'T...I WANNA FEEL IT....GHEAIOEIORHOEIH GOD, ALMOST PAINFUL...GHEOAOIEHROIHE GOD, IT IS PAINFUL, GOHEOAIEHORIH PAINFUL PLEASURE...GHEOIAEHROIHOAHEOIHOH FUCCCCCKKKKkkkkkk!" Derek cried out in sheer ecstasy as he finally began to notice a gradual lessoning in the sexual tension he was feeling deep in his trembling, throbbing groin. "Excellent, as usual, Ronon, my boy," the doctor smiled, leaning over, kissing his sperm donor's lips. He began disconnecing the unit from Ronon's tortured, rapidly deflating cock. "Despite the Duralon, this takes a lot outta ya." "Literaly," Derek groaned as the doctor disconnected him too. "I may never fuck again." "Usually takes an hour or so to recover...less for young boys like Ronon here," the doctor told them. "Fifteen minutes to a half-hour usually for me," Ronon sighed blissfully. "I'll let you two just lie here for a few minutes to recover your stamina," the doctor suggested. "Otherwise...we've had boys just collapse walking out of the lab." "This stuff really works?" Derek found the story hard to believe. "Once we have 500 boys a day contributing, we'll probably begin marketing it...discretely, of course," the doctor told him. "Once EcstasyInc gets up to full tilt, we'll proably have to build a whole special facility just for sperm procurement." Ronon laughed. "We could call it the 'cum factory.'"