Date: Mon, 8 Oct 2012 01:11:55 -0400 From: John Marshall Subject: Ecstasy Renewed Chapter 24 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 24 "Looks like the inimitable Mr. Bieber has spared no expense," Doug observed as he, Bunny, and the twins stood in front of Justin's magnificent glass and stone abode. The boys had a somewhat less astute reaction, "WOWWWWW....WOW, WOW, WOW!" "Huge pool, and fountains on both sides, and the steps..." Bobby was all but speechless. "Everything just kind of...floats...out over the water," Bunny sighed as she began climbing the first few steps a bit gingerly, as if not sure something so weightless looking would actually support her. It did. She continued. The others followed, even as they gaped about, gazing upward at the seemingly endless expanse of glass folding doors opening outward onto the broad, white marble of the encircling deck. The villa appeared to have no single entrance but an entire facade of openings into various rooms overlooking the street. The place appeared to be a single storey with a huge patio below which opened to the beach beyond. Above, on the roof, was a mansard skylight over an open court in the center of the long, rectangular architectural wonder. "Which one is the front door?" Buddy looked about and the eight or ten choices." "Look for the one with the doorbell, stupid," Bobby suggested. "I don't see no fuckin' doorbell," Buddy replied, "and don't call me stupid, stupid." "Don't worry, take your pick, they all lead inside," Justin came out, greeting them as they stood in awe. "It's a little more than I expected when they said they'd build me a place, but, I've gotten use to it," he smiled looking about at the exquisitely modern, open-air structure as if he could hardly believe it himself. "Musta cost a fortune," Bunny observed, "Love the fountains...and the pool...wheeee, they get ya wet when the wind blows." "Come on in, let me dry you off," Justin offered as one of his "boys" proffered a towel. "I hope you don't mind, we walked over a few minutes early, the boys just couldn't wait," Doug appologized. "No problem...oh, I almost forgot," Justin interrupted himself, "these are my boys, Ian and Jonas, anything you want..." "Anything...anything at all..." Ian emphasized as he sized up first Bunny, then, smiling broadly, the twins. "Just ask, anything...we'll...do anything to...for you," Jonas added, practically salivating over the boys. "Come on in; the boys will get you drinks. Look around; make yourself at home," Justin played the perfect host. "There are bedrooms on the left and on the right, in case you get the...urge...spa over there on the far right, also down below, take a dip in the pool..." He gestured broadly as they went inside. "I have some other guests comming shortly. I hope they're not late. They're probably a little less...eager...than you...they've been here before." he joked. "Amazing, you have much input into all this?" Doug tried to drink in his surroundings while the boys headed for the gaming area beyond the living room. "Yes and no," Justin laughed, "mostly financial...I wrote the checks. I helped choose the decor...vetoed a second floor, insisted on the baby grand and the game room your boys seem to like so much. EcstasyInc designed it for entertaining, I'm kind of their show-biz draw here, Zac and I." "Zac?" "Zac Efron," Justin smiled. "He should be here...he and his daughter...any time now." "Really," Doug tried not to seem impressed but failed somewhat. "Speaking of daughters, you have a very beautiful one...hope you don't mind if I fuck her later," Justin asked. "Uhhh...she'd be....disappointed I'm sure if...if you didn't," Doug said as he struggled to aclimate himself to the sexual bluntness of those long used to living on Ecstasy. "Your sons are quite...beautiful...I hope you don't mind my using that term with regard to your boys," Justin paused, "it just seems to be the only word adequate to describe such...exquisite sexual beauty..." "The word ornery comes to mind," Doug smiled as he drank in a vision of sexual beauty himself. "You're rather beautiful yourself." "So I've been told," Justin replied with some embarrassment. "Ahhhhh looks like the others have finally arrived," he noted looking past Doug over his shoulder. The island's hot pink limo pulled up outside. "Come on, I want you to meet them." Doug followed Justin down the broad cantilevered steps with their over-the-pool landings to the entry plaza in front. "Zac, how long has it been?" Justin greeted his old friend with a warm hug and several kisses. "Hey, I want hugged and kissed like that too," Tiffany insisted as she got out of the car and rushed Justin, almost overwhelming him to the cut stone pavement. "Whoa, later, girl, later, I'm sure Justin will fuck the shit outta you before the night is over," Zac tried to call off his daughter's assault. "After dinner, please, Taffany...don't make a scene." "Justin, you remember Darin, my captain," Zac reintroduced Darin Romeo to their old friend. "He brought the Zee Ray in last night and...we picked up Ronon and Kevin on the way as well," Zac noted as the two youngest members of his troup alit from the long pink vehicle. "And have you ever met Derek Chandler of the Gay Blade? I'm sure you've read his column." "No and yes," Justin smiled, extending a welcoming hand to the handsome journalist. "We've never met but I do read his column quite often. Everybody here does. Your picture doesn't BEGIN to do you justice...you should have them use a nude shot...shot off this impressive masterpiece," Justin boldly fondled Derek's cock and balls. "Actually, we have met, on the boat, when Ronon and Kevin tied the knot, you probably just don't remember," Derek told the twenty-something former teen idol, somewhat miffed that Justin didn't remember him. "Of course, there were a lot of people and...you were rather preoccupied with one of the Zee Ray boys as I recall." "Isn't he always," Darin interveened, sensing the onest of an awkward moment. "Well...in any case...GREAT, glad to see you all," Justin warmly hugged and kissed the others. "And this is my new friend, a guest from next door, Doug Bristol, and later you'll meet his daughter and two sons who are inside worshippinig at my video game consoles." "We saw the boys," Ronon noted, "They put on quite a show the other night over at the terminal." "But we've not actually MET them," Kevin added. "It's not every day we have twins, especialy such beautiful young eleven-year-olds," Ronon nodded toward the boys' father. "You have very good genes, I can't wait to meet your boys and try them out." "Try them out?" Doug questioned in dismay. "We saw them take a good seven inches without even flinching," Kevin noted. "And being so young and virginal, how long you been fucking them?" Ronon asked as they moved up the steps level by level. "I haven't," Doug insisted. "Really?" Ronon gasped in surprise, not sure he believed the man. "They come by their...sexual talents...naturally," Doug insisted, "though they do have good genes, I'll accept that...take after their father," he grinned wryly. "Two of the most beautiful young boys I've ever seen," Justin told them, then, smiling at Zac, "Actually, I met them on the boat...well, more than MET them actually. Your boys are incredible, Zac, but...just wait till you see these two...exquisitely beautiful..." "Boys!" Doug called as they went inside, "come over here, there's some people I want you to meet!" "Ohhh my godddd," Darin Romeo gasped as the two, identical young towheads joined them, their four-inch hairless boy-cocks soaring up proudly from their slender naked loins. "Boys," Justin did the introductions, "this is..." "ZAC EFRON!" Buddy cried before Justin could finish, "man what a COCK!" "Uhh...err...thanks," Zac smiled, a bit flustered as he accepted the boy's delicate hand and shook it. "Zac, this is Buddy and...I hope I got them right...Bobby?" Justin guessed. "Right, glad to meet you, sir," Bobby shook the actor's hand. "And this is Zac's daughter, Tiffany," Justin continued. "She's 16," he whispered to the boys as Tiffany hugged first one then the other. "We know, we've met...in fact, we've fucked, just this afternoon," both Buff and Boff admitted almost simultaneously. "My cunt still aches," Tiffany commented, "You boys like to fuck some more? Stupid question, of course you'd like to...everyone here like to fuck, right?" "I'd be fun to get all three of you in the same bed at once," Buff joked. "We'll add you to our list," Buddy smiled appreciatively. "List?" Tiffany questioned in dismay. "If everyone here tonight who wants to fuck the twins were to do so...well, they'd probably get a little hungry," Justin smiled as he began herding them gently to his left toward the dining room where a table seating fourteen was arranged in a rather opulent silver an china setting. "We weren't formally introduced, but put me on your list too," Darin approached the two young boys, "I hear you're very adept at pleasing cocks." "God, we're getting a reputation," Bobby joked as they made their way toward the dining room, "we're becoming worse sluts than Bunny!" "Don't worry about it, here on Ecstasy, man or boy, girl, or...whatever, everyone is a slut...it's considered a compliment, in fact." Ronon told the boys, wishing he wasn't so hungry. "Man, what a spread?" Buddy gasped as he saw the table. It glittered like something out of a movie, "What're we havin'?" Justin smiled, resting his arm around Buddy's slender shoulder, in essence laying claim to the boy and a spot at the top of Buddy's "list." "Good ole meat and potatoes..." "Fillet mignon with Potatoes Jonas," Jonas Eden, Justin's boy-chef announced, "with a wine older than I am, Caesar's salad, and Creps ala Ian for dessert," "You'll have to excuse the boys, they're rather proud of their culinary skills," Justin laughed, "especially fond of naming rights too, it would seem." It felt wierd sitting down at such a fancy table completely naked. Doug felt he should be wearing a tux, or at least a bow tie, preferrably a white one. "Justin, you have a magnificent home, and a beautiful, delightful, and very talented staff," he congratulated his host as he tasted the salad and sipped the wine. "Actually, this is something of a treat for me too, usually it's peanut butter and jelly ala Ian," Justin joked. "Fortunately I don't actually LIVE here...well, a few weeks a year, but...I'm on the road or at my place in L.A. most of the time." "We arrange to lease the boys from Justin to serve our guests when he's not here," Ronon explained. "You really should try them out tonight, cooking is...quite frankly...the LEAST of their talents." "Watch it, I might accidentally spill this in your lap," Ian joked as he removed the salad and set the entree before Ronon's hungry eyes...and slender stomach. "Well done, just like you like it," Ian remarked dryly. "He's kidding, medium, I did it myself," Jonas confided to Ronon, his some-times boss. "Never hire a couple horny kids to be your chefs," Justin joked. "They're a couple wild little fuckers in bed, but..." "I take it you have more than a passing interest in my boys," Doug decided to broach the reason for their being there to Justin as they ate. "Actually, WE'RE the ones with more than a passing interest, as you put it, in your boys," Ronon interrupted from Doug's right. "Justin's just the bait." "I beg your pardon?" Doug forced an uncomfortable smile. It was apparently no accident he was seated between Justin and the cute kid he'd seen at the terminal and only actually met a few minutes ago. "I'm Ronon Parker, Dean of Boys here on the island," Ronon introduced himself. "Ronon..." Doug nodded, extending his hand, admiring the young boy's precocious self-confidence as much as his incredible boyish beauty. "I won't beat around the rosebush, the fact is, we want your boys," Ronon stated firmly. "Want them?" Doug repeated the boy's words, amazed that a boy so young should be in such a position. "Well, first of all, Cox Pharm wants them, but...quite frankly," Ronon paused for effect, "they're twins, and they're quite young, and they're...almost MAGICALLY beautiful...with cocks that...well, they're not really into puberty yet, but most of all...they're so...how should I put this at dinner...anally accomodating?" "Anally accomodating?" Doug had a habit of repeating that which struck him as most odd. "And what's Cox Pharm got to do with this?" "How many eleven-year-old boys do you know?" Kevin Cox joined in the conversation, sitting across from Ronon. "Not many..." Doug admitted. "Okay...none, besides my own." "Well, I know many...dozens..." Kevin continued. "Kevin, let me..." Ronon interrupted. "Mr. Bristol...you mind if I call you Doug?" "No, of course," Doug answered uneasily. Ronon seemed a little too smooth for his age. "We've never before seen...either of us, in managing and training now...several hundred young boys much like your own...we've never before seen two such young boys able to easily take seven inches and enjoy the fuck out of it," Ronon told him frankly. "In short, we want you to consider allowing the boys to stay here once your week is over," Kevin interjected. "I'm Kevin Cox, director of training, by the way. In short, we want to...employ your boys." "Whoa..." Doug exhaled, silence invading the space among them despite the dinner conversation all around them. "We're prepared to offer..." Ronon paused, considering, "four...no...five...we'll go as high as five thousand a month." Doug blinked. "Each." Kevin's single word almost caused Doug to choke on his bite of cow. "Whew..." Doug sighed, realizing by their tone the boys were dead serious. "You didn't answer my question from before, what's Cox Pharmaceuticals got to do with this. Ronon and Kevin each looked at one another, trying to decide how much to tell the man in easing his mind without revealing any corporate secrets. "Cox is...doing tests," Ronon began earnestly. "They need young boys with identical DNA so they can use one as a test subject and the second as a control subject." "Tests? What kind of tests?" Again the boys paused, trying to decided where and how far to go. "I won't lie to you but we also can't tell you a whole lot more. The tests are...sexual in nature...it is Cox Pharm, after all, but..." "There's absolutely no danger involved, the boys will be perfectly safe, they'll continue to use their...talents...servicing our...guests," Kevin turned on his own considerable charm. "Boys, I'm afraid that's not going to be good enough," Doug asserted. "That's 120 thousand a year!" Kevin said with a hint of indignance. "No...not the money," Doug countered, "The tests...specifically...the part you say you can't tell me." "I told them over at the lab this would never fly," Ronon sighed. "Cox is testing a drug to hasten puberty," Kevin blurted in something less than a whisper. "Kevin!" Ronon gasped in surprise and dismay. "you're kidding," Doug reacted. Kevin shook his head, then looked at Ronon. "What are they gonna do, FIRE me?" "We've lined up four sets of pre-pubic twins," Kevin continued. "The scientists over at Cox Pharm feel they need five for conclusive tests." Doug could hardly believe what he was hearing. Ian took his plate before he was done and set before him some delicate crepes with some kind of berry sauce and whipped topping. "You're going to...INDUCE puberty?" "Look, we really can't talk about this here...to many ears. And quite frankly, WE don't know all there is to know about this project; not to mention the fact that...Mr. Cox here has already told you more than he should. "What we'd like is for you to come with us over to the clinic, talk to the doctors..." Kevin urged softly, looking left and right, hoping no one near was listening in. "But what about their schooling, their friends, their..." Doug found other questions. "That we can talk about," Ronon spoke more confidently. "We require all our boys to take schooling on line, as well as maintaining a strict physical development regimen that...really...works wonders in shaping and toning their naked bodies." "Most of our boys are performing scholastically at or above grade level," Kevin touted. "Computerized learning really is the way to go, the wave of the future in learning. I'm only eleven myself, and I'm doing ninth grade math and science." "And fifth grade social studies," Ronon smirked. "I suck at history," Kevin confessed. "But...but...I...I love my boys...I can't picture myself living without them, knowing they were over here...whoring... servicing, whatever you wanna call it," Doug objected. "My god, they're only little boys...eleven years old..." Once more Ronon and Kevin looked questioningly at one another. "You wouldn't have to leave them." "What?" Doug blinked in surprise. "Hey, I'm as sexual as the next guy...I love this place, but I'm a bit old to be fuckin' around...excuse me...servicing..." "Mr. Bristol, what line of work are you in?" Ronon already knew the answer. "Real estate," Doug replied. "You any good?" Ronon question crisply. He already knew the answer to that too. "I've been...moderatly successful," Doug replied. "Hell, I can afford this place...times four...yeah, I guess you could say that. I have my own brokerage..." "You know anything about time shares?" Ronon asked. "Enough to know I don't want to SELL them, if that's what you're asking," Doug tried to get ahead of the boy. "I'm not," Kevin said simply. "What we need is for someone to TRAIN those who do," Ronon countered. "We'd bring attractive young sales agent prospects...young studs, fresh out of college...over here for a week, get them high on Ecstasy, then you'd convince them there's lots of money to be made, quite apart from the sexual fun and games, in the discreet business of luring wealthy gay guys into spending a week or more a year here enjoying the...amenities." "You'd be the director of marketing and sales," Kevin offered. "We'd build you a place here...not on the scale of THIS," Kevin looked about at Justin's opulent digs, but...adequate... livable...you'd be near your boys...though they'd not actually LIVE with you but..." "And what about Bunny?" Doug questioned. "Bunny? "My daughter?" Once more Ronon and Kevin silently did the "what now" routine. "She's quite attractive, but she's fifteen, lacks a twin sister, and for some reason also lacks a male sexual organ," Doug went on. "She's got nice tits, though," Justin once more entered the conversation, in effect revealing that he'd been listening in as he'd carried on dinner chit-chat with the others. "Well, schooling would be no problem, she could have her own terminal, but..." Ronon considered. "Maybe some kind of service job, over at Phuquers...waiting tables,tending bar?" Kevin considered. "She'd hate that," Doug said unequivocally. "What's Phuquers?" "The island nightclub...we'll go there tomorrow night, you'll love it," Kevin smiled, "you do karaoke?" "God, I hope not," Doug laughed. "She sing? Got any other talents...besides the obvious sexual gifts?" Ronon asked. "Great personality...good with people...very outgoing..." Doug recited his daughter's OTHER gifts. "Sounds like we can probably find SOMETHING she likes, with compensation more than commisserate with her...gifts," Ronon promised. "You don't have any OTHER kids, I hope..."