Date: Thu, 11 Oct 2012 14:47:19 -0400 From: John Marshall Subject: Ecstasy Renewed Chapter 25 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 25 After their lavish dinner the bedrooms filled up. Justin's villa had four glass-walled bedrooms not unlike those in the guest towers, each with folding glass doors on four sides, a very functional, but spartan bathroom, and a round bed. Justin ended up with Buddy and Bobby. Darin held up in another bedroom with Buff and Boff. Ronon and Kevin took on Justin's pleasure boys while Bunny claimed the fourth bedroom where she got fucked by Tom, Dick AND Donny in rotation for the rest of the night. Doug was the odd man out. It wasn't that his Duralon had suddenly given out on him or that he didn't feel the heightened sexual desire accompanying his usual does of D-3. No, the problem was that Ronon and Kevin had pretty much screwed around with his mind to the point he could think of little else but their startling proposal...or proposition...whatever his befuddled brain deemed rational in calling it. Could he really be considering taking up permanent residence on Ecstasy Island, hobnobbing with all the rich and famous boy connisseurs who drifted in every few weeks? Could he subject his sons and daughter to the unending excursions into the extreme sexual life the island's inhabitants wallowed in 24-7? What would it do to them? What would Cox Pharm do to his beautiful, young boys? Could the scientists at Cox really be working on a drug to INDUCE early puberty in boys as young as eleven...or maybe ten...or nine...how young would they go? He tried to picture in his mind little boys of seven or eight walking around with six or seven-inch cocks, voices cracking, hair wreathing their cocks, and god knows what other parts of their bodies, encountering growth spurts, all so they could service the continuous flow of gay young men like Buff and Boff and Justin and...and...(sobering thought) men like himself. He contemplated selling his company--the company he and his wife had worked half their lives to build. Or, could he manage to fly back every week or so to keep it going, maybe employing a manager for the day-to-day operations. And what about all the hot young studs he'd be training all the time? What about Bunny? She was already something of a slut...putting it mildly...could she become any MORE of a slut living here on the island with hundreds of naked young boys lusting after her welcoming hot cunt; the cunt he, himself, had so ravenously fucked just that morning. He stood on the balcony overlooking the lower courtyard patio, trying to imagine the four of them living in a house like Justin's, or maybe somewhat less ostentatious, but...god, naked boys...young men, virtually unlimited sexual contact with no holds barred...or no HOLES barred sex at the flip of a whim. And then there was the money. Selling the company would bring in a million or more...perhaps several million, he really didn't know. Then he and the boys would be guaranteed close to a quarter million or more with few expenses, not even worries about college or retirement. There were definite negatives, but the more he thought about it, the money and the lifestyle and all thoses horny naked little boys, coming together made the positives very attractive. "There is an orgy going on, you know?" Doug was so wrapped up in his tormented thoughts he nearly jumped over the glass railing. "Oh...sorry, didn't mean to startle you," the middle-aged, balding man appologize, extending his hand. "I'm Jim Loin. The boys said they gave you some 'food for thought' over dinner." "Hmph...yeah, a whole...doggie bag full." Doug shook his hand. "I assume you know who I am." "Yes...Mr. Bristol," Jim Loin smiled, "you and your boys both, actually...and your lovely young daughter, of course." "You look somewhat...senior...for this place," Doug observed, hoping he wasn't insulting the man. "I'm 50," Jim told him. "When you're the CEO of Cox International, there are certain...perks." "Yes...err...yes, I suppose so," Doug was at a loss of words. He'd never talked to a billionaire before. "Relax...I'm very much like yourself...a little older, a little wiser, a little richer but...and yes, I like young boys too, though I'm not as sexually active perhaps as...as you seem to be...or WERE, until now." Doug smiled. "Until...tonight? Yes, I suppose so." "The night's still young. I brought one of my boys with me, you can enjoy him," Jim Loin suggested. "As you might guess, he's very special...twelve years old, seven-inch cock, twelve-inch ego...more than five years slipping between the sheets..." "Sort of like bringing coals to Newcastle...?" Doug questioned. "Touche`" Jim laughed. "Listen, Doug...it goes without saying we want...we NEED your boys. But the fact is, we need YOU too. We've got a goldmine here but no one to run the smelter. In fact, top tier management is our biggest challenge. Despite the money and the lavish lifestyle, the boys, the sex...the executive offices here all seem to have revolving doors." "I'm no marketing genius by any stretch," Doug sought to temper the man's estimation of his talents. "You know real estate and you've trained a top-notch cadre of 23 sales people for your own firm, grossing over a million dollars last quarter alone," the CEO surprised Doug somewhat by his knowledge of Bristol Associates. "What we want is for you to do that here...for us. I know...I know, the circumstances are different...odd...strange, but the potential here is...astounding, and not just here but...well...let's just say...it's a big ocean." "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't tempted," Doug confessed, suddenly feeling an attraction to the man's tall, slender, muscular build and frank manner, despite their age difference. "But...I've got roots...I've got two horny little boys and a slut of a daughter to consider. Ecstasy isn't exactly...St. Anthony's Prep School." Jim suddenly laughed out loud. "Funny you should say that. I went to just such a prep school... and, quite frankly, there isn't as much difference as you might imagine...and believe me the boys here are getting a BETTER education than I got." "I'm afraid if I tried to live two lives, run a business and work for you here..." Doug paused, trying to imagine the hectic life he was describing. "I probably wouldn't do either life justice...and I'm sure I wouldn't enjoy...this place...and all it has to offer...god, when would I find the time." "What if Cox International offered to buy your company?" Jim Loin proposed. "We have a real estate division, you know." "You're kidding, you'd BUY my piddling little enterprise just to..." Doug gaped at Jim Loin in dismay. "We want your boys," Jim replied simply. "How does three million sound?" Doug was speechless. "That's roughly TWICE what you might attract on the open market," the big, bear of a man asserted. "More like three TIMES..." Doug confessed. "A million for the business, a million for your boys, and a million for you," Jim told him bluntly. "Speaking of the boys, what's this shit about...inducing puberty?" "I see our young heir has a big mouth," Jim snarled, his mood suddenly changing. "I dragged it out of him," Doug smiled. "It's called Testalon," Jim said, exhaling as he lowered his voice. "And believe me, there's a hell of a lot more to it than that. It's basic genetic research. It's research that could change the way we live, how LONG we live, how WELL we live...even who we live WITH, and that's all you're gonna drag out of ME. I'm not some spoiled little eleven-year-old dipshit with a hyperactive boy-cock." "I heard the kid's worth billions," Doug smiled. "He ain't worth the paper to wipe his well-worn ass," Jim told him snidely. "At least not for another seven or eight years. Oh, he's good with the boys but...and Ronon...well...let's just say that little cock-teaser makes MY job a hell of a lot easier, but, if they...if they weren't head over heals in...in LUST with one another...I'd personally drown that cocky little Cox fucker in the lagoon first thing tomorrow morning." Doug was a little taken aback by such vitrol. Realizing he'd exposed a little more of himself than he tended, Jim's mood suddenly softened. "Listen, Doug...Mr. Bristol, I'm not asking...or expecting...a decision tonight...or tomorrow. Look around, take the tour, investigate, look under the rocks, under the beds, under the sheets... "I will," Doug promised earnestly. "In the meantime..." Jim looked about then spotted his boy watching them from the game room. He snapped his fingers and the exquisitely beautiful young boy about the age of Doug's twins quickly approached. "Doug, this is Dustin. Dustin, I'd like you to find a nice quiet place here somewhere and show this man a really good time...anything he wants...as many times as he wants..." "Yes, Mister Loin," Dustin smiled lovingly at his "master," then at Doug." "Doug, consider the boy your personal love slave...sex slave...if you wanna get melodramatic," Jim put the boy's arm around Doug's waist, "anything, Doug, anything, Dustin has mastered it all...believe me..." "Anything," the boy repeated, squeezing Doug slightly, "anything at all, my naked boy-body is yours to do with as you wish." Doug kissed him. "Let's go fuck," he whispered...you first, then me." "I think there's an empty bed downstairs," Dustin winked, smiling, melting into Doug's arms. "Have fun," the Cox CEO told them as he watched man and boy descend the broad, open stairs to the lower level of the mansion. "I find you very attractive," the boy murmurred softly as they approached the bottom of the stairs. "This way..." Except that the bed wasn't empty. "Derek! I figured you'd be upstairs fuckin' your BALLS off with the others," Doug greeted his old friend from the trip over. "Dustin, this is..." "DEREK," Dustin suddenly cried, rushing forward, falling all over the man, kissing him, hugging him, fondling him as Derek struggled to sit up on the pool-side two-man, canvas bed. "Hmph...I take it you KNOW each other," Doug stared in surprise. "Dustin? Dustin Dillon! OOhhhh, fuccccck, kid, you've grown a couple inches and more than a couple POUNDS, in the past couple...what? almost two years," Derek greeted the boy as he gradually managed to right himself on the bed. "You must be about...about fourteen now, right?" "The man upstairs said twelve," Doug corrected. "The man upstairs exaggerates...or dezaderates...whatever," Dustin confessed. "Shhhh...don't tell him, I figure I can pass for twelve for maybe another two or three months then my growth spurt is gonna catch up with me and suddenly I'm gonna look 20 or 25 overnight." "Just how do you two know one another?" Doug questioned, sitting down on the other side of the boy, absorbing some of the kid's roving kisses and roaming hands. Dustin was definitely an experienced pleasure pup. "We met over in the states...we lived in the same small town," Derek began. "Derek rescued me...and a bunch of other boys...from Benton Beach when the climate got a little too warm for our... 'profession.'" "Dustin's parents and I are good friends," Derek added. "I helped get him placed here...god, kid, I can't get over how you've...pubed out...your cock, your voice...your beautiful, sweet face..." "Yeah, well, I try to hide it," Dustin insisted, "everything but my cock...ain't it a beauty, look at that fucker, seven and a quarter inches of hard, throbbing, cum-pumping, pleasure-pounding boy-cock...ready, willing, and able to show you two the best fuckin' time of your lives." "Can you handle this?" Doug hefted his sizable sexual appendage. "You seen Mr. Loin, I can easily handle him." "The question is, can I handle YOU," Derek laughed, stroking Dustin's magnificent shaft to granite hardness. "God, you're even more beautiful, more...HOT...than...that little twelve-year-old who...mmahhghahammmamm....ohhhh god, fuccck, I can't remember when I've been so...so...ahgehaermmagnemakkkghhhhhahh..." Derek found it impossible to talk through the boy's smothering kisses. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Doug searching for an ever-present packet of lube. "Don't worry about it, I come pre-lubed," Dustin laughed, positioning himself, offering his well-worn butt hole to his assigned fucker for the evening. "What about ME...I wasn't expecting this..." Derek wailed at the prospect of taking the kid's massive, no-longer-boyish pleasure probe, dry. "Under the pillow, of course," Dustin nodded toward the head of the tauntly stretched canvas bed. "Hurry, I need a quick fuck, before he makes me cum," Dustin winced as Doug popped in for a visit. "You okay? I'm not hurting you, am I?" Doug whimpered as he nonetheless, glided deeper and deeper into the boy. "You're giving me...ohhhhhh fuuucccckkkk...intense...pleasure," Dustin moaned as he struggled to relax his anal cavity and accomodate the man's cock, which was nearly as large as his own. Derek found the tiny tube of lube--that's what it said on the packet, "Tube-o'-Lube"--and stroked the clear, vanilla-flavored oil over Dustin's mighty boy-cock, which seemed to grow yet another inch in his hand. Then, he bent forward over the bed as the boy took aim and gently leaned forward. "OOOOOOooooo fucccckkkkk," Derek gasped as he felt the boy enter him. "You got THAT right!" Dustin sighed as he paused, allowing Derek a few moments to adjust to his new-found size. "God, I can't believe this, three-way sex with...ohhhhhh fuck, kid, you're nice...nice ass..ohhhh fuck, fuck, ahgoeiaheoih fuccccckkkk..." Doug slipped in to the hilt, his pubes now polishing the boy's randy little ass. "Easy, Dustin, easy, I ain't use to...oahehhahehrhhhh god, feels good, feels gooooooood...aghahhehrhhh," Derek moaned as his prostate took a direct hit from the boy's talented young boy-cock. "Don't fight it, melt into it," Dustin urged, "I'll go easy, I do this for a living, you know." "Ohhhhh god, Dustin, your cock...your cock, feels...feels sooo...ohhhahhhahhaha fuck, hard, so...huge...so...agheoaeih fuck, boy, do it to me, do it to me, now, fuck me, kid, fuck my ass, fuck that big fuckin' cock of yours into me...all the way...all the WAYYYY...ohhhahhhh fuck...god, seven fuckin' inches and not a cock hair to be found..." "I shave a lot," Dustin quipped. "Ready guys? Let's do it....let's do it...now...fuccck...let's fucccckkkk...let's fuckin' FUCCCCKKKKK....FUCCCKKKKKK...fuck our balls off...empty our balls, enjoy our Duralon, ahgeoaehooeh god, yeah, yeah, man, you fuck good, Mr. Bristol, agheoaiehroih yeah, nice cock, fills me up...it FULFILLS me...aghheahhehrhheh yeah, yeah....!" "What about me, fucker, don't I 'fulfill' you too?" Derek cried in pleasure as he certainly was getting "fulfilled," more than he could have imagined. "I don't know about 'fulfilled,' but you're about to get FILLED FULL...not just my cock but my CUM, fucker, ghoooaiheoi god, it's been almost two hours since I emptied my balls, I need this, ohhhhh fuck, I need this, ohhhah god, yes, yes, yes, fuck me man, fuck my ass, shoot your cum, cream me, ohhhhh yeah, yeah, love your cock, love the feeling...ahhhahhah yeah, yeah, ohhhh god, Derek, just like old times, oahhghehah fuck, remember, on the boat, how I used to sneak into your cabin in the middle of the night and you'd fuck me then I'd fuck you and...what, three, four times like that?" "I'd kind of forgotten, but believe me, my ass recalls the feeling...except...you were barely six inches...god, feels like a nuclear sub back there now!" "Haaaa....fuccckkkk....love it, 'nuclear sub'...feels like it, long, hard, and full of semon...ahgeoaierhhoih fuck, get it, semon...seamen...full of semon!" Dustin joked, proud of his terrible pun, as the three of them moved rythmically closer and closer to a massive, cum-flooding orgasm. "Man, I'm gonna launch a fuckin' TORPEDO right up your ass any minute," Doug picked up on the analogy as he also picked up the pace of his driving hard thrusts into his naked, young sexual slaveboy for the night. "I'm gonna launch a whole VOLLEY of missles," Dustin pursued the sexual fantasy as he felt deep within his groin the growing pressure toward lift-off. "Kid, you're scarin' the shit outta me...I didn't bargain for no nuclear holocaust," Derek joked, as he felt his own weapon of mass destruction becoming armed and ready to detonate. "AHHEIEAHRHEIOIAEHOEIRHOIHG god, let's do it, let's do it, boys, NOW...NOW...OOAHEOIAOEIRHIOHO FUCK, NOOWWWWWW...NOWWWW... AAEIGHEOAIEHROIHG GOD, CUMMIN', CUMMIN', CUMMIN'...AGHEOAEORHOAOIHE GOD, SO HARD, SOOOO FUCKIN' HARD, FILLIN' YOUR ASS, MAN, SHOOTIN' MY CUM AND FILLIN' YOUR ASS...GHEOIAHEOIHR MAN, I AIN'T CUM THIS HARD IN...WELL...ALL DAY, MAYBE," Dustin ferociously ejaculated his 'missle' arsenal deep into Derek's receptive bowels. "Five...four...three...two...ONE! LIFT-OFFFFFF...OAHGIEAOIHEORIH GOD, LIFT-OFFFF...OAHHEHHHER FUCCCK...FUCCCKKK...CUMMIN', CUMMIN', CUMMIN' SOOO HARD, GHOAIEHROIH GOD, YES, YES, FUCKIN' YOUR ASS, BOY, FILLIN' YOUR ASS WITH MY CUM, KID, GHEOIHO YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, FEELS GOOD, BOY, FEELS GOOD, OGHEOIAHEORH GOD, YOU GOT A MARVELOUS ASS, GHEOAIEHROH, LOVE FUCKIN' YOU, LOVE FUCKIN' AND FUCKIN' AND...GHAOEIRHOAIHEORIHOOHHHHHHH!!!" Doug Bristol shot his cum in NINE powerful spurts which soon began oozing out around the edges, overflowing onto the courtyard floor as he feverishly pumped his cock into his beautiful, young sex slave. "Do it, Derek, do it, shoot your cum too!" Dustin cried as his cock ran rough shod over his friend's pulsating prostate. "UNNNNNNNGGHHGHGHHH....GHHAHEOAIEHRHHGHHAHGHHEH....GHEHAEIIIGHHEAHHEHR... URGGNNGGHHGHHHH...UEGNNNHGHHAHHGHGHHG...." Derek grunted with each massive, ejaculating jet of thick, hot, man-cum splotching the canvas bed. "OHHHHH FUCCCCCKKK, KID, OHHH OOHAHHEHRHH...UNNNNGGHHHHH...GOD, YOU'RE DRIVING THE CUM RIGHT OUTTA ME, GHAHHEHRHH FUCK, I CAN FEEL IT, FEEL YOUR COCK, FEEL YOUR CUM, SHOOTIN', SHOOTIN' ME FULL, OHHHHH FUCCCK, YOU SURE CUM A LOT FOR A TWELVE-YEAR-OLD," he joked. Dustin collapsed over the man's back as the fell forward over the bed. "I think I just turned thirteen."