Date: Mon, 17 Dec 2012 01:31:27 -0500 From: John Marshall Subject: EcstasyInc. 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," followed by "Ecstasy Renewed." "EcstasyInc," like the previous segment, is unorthodox but quite seductive, as are the figures depicted. Like "Ecstasy Island" and "The Working Boys," and "Ecstasy Renewed," 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. Most of the characters from the earlier stories have returned, but there are also quite a number of new characters which will occupy the main spotlight in this segment. Once more, this story 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. All drugs mentioned are fictitious. If you like what you read, let me know at crackerjacker18@hotmail.com. ECSTASYINC CHAPTER 14 Derek Chandler was barely half-awake as the rays of an obnoxious morning sun gently prodded him to reality and the hard young cocklets of two obnoxious young stepsons not so gently prodded his naked hips to a horny new day. The two little Bristol boys had taken to climbing in bed in with him each morning in the absence of their father when he was in Nassau, or Miami, or some other gay stronghold on business. "Go away, ya bother me," Derek moaned, rolling over on his side, only to find himself face to face and lip to lip with Buddy Bristol while his twin brother, Bobby, was probing his ass crack with his hard little cocklet, seeking entrance and orgasmic pleasure. "Suck me off first, make me cum, then we'll fix you breakfast in bed," Buddy promised seductively. "Sounds like a THREAT...I've had your breakfasts in bed before, remember?" Derek sighed as he lovingly kissed the little eleven-year-old's delicate, sweet lips. "Runny eggs and burnt toast...remember?" "How about sausage and cream?" Buddy suggested obscenely as he slithered up in bed so that his sprouting young cock found Derek's lips. "Okay, sausage but you damned well better hold the cream or there'll be hell to pay when you go to Cox Pharm this morning," Derek told the boy. Behind him, he felt Bobby's hard little boycock opening him up. Bobby was an ass man...or boy...a born "top" with a vicious habit of rabbit-like thrusts Derek had learned not to take lightly. "Easy, back there kid, I'm still sore from yesterday morning." "I'm still sore from YESTERDAY morning..." Bobby mocked him in a whiney voice as he pushed past Derek's sphincter. "You say that EVERY morning." "I wonder why..." Derek winced as the boy plowed deeper. "Suck me, forget about HIM," Buddy insisted, grabbing Derek's head and jabbing his five-inch boy-cock deeper into Derek's oral cavity. "You horny little fuckers," Derek said with his mouth full of lively kid-cock. "Ouch...don't fuckin' talk with your mouth full," Buddy ordered as he began stroking with his tiny, thin hips, driving his hairless young boy-cock in and out of Derek's sucking mouth. "Uhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh....how much time we got?" Bobby asked as he began fucking more firmly and deeply Derek's other sexual portal. "An hour or so," Buddy was now face-fucking his stepfather as passionately as his brother was ass-fucking the man on his opposite side. "Ohhhhahhah yeah, man, yahhhh...yeahhhh...yeah, Derek, ohhh fuck yeah, ohhhhh fucck, you suck, you know that? You really, really fuckin' SUCK." Despite the tone, he meant it as a compliment. Derek sucked even better than the boys' father, and much more often in that Derek, despite a similar workload as director of public relations for EcstasyInc, had become as much the boys' father as their real father. He was with them more often. "Ohhhhhhyeah, yeah, yeah, fucccckkkk...man, I got so fuckin' horny last night I even went in and fucked Bunny a couple times." Bunny was his sixteen-year-old sister. Both boys, and half the boys on Ecstasy island, fucked her regularly. Bobby often referred to her (behind her back, of course) as "the revolving door." "I got so horny last night I fucked YOU a couple times," Buddy joked. "In your sleep, of course." "In your DREAMS, you mean," the boys bantered as they manfully drove their growing young boy-cocks deeper and deeper into Derek's sucking sexual orafices. "With you, it's hard to tell, you just LAY there like a fuckin' cadaver," Buddy shot back, "I'm starting to get into necrophilia." "What the fuck's THAT?" Bobby grunted as he started fucking faster and faster, a sure sign he was getting close. "What the hell do YOU know about necrophila?" Derek broke from Buddy's cock to ask, both surprised and dismayed the boy had even HEARD the word before. "Shut up and suck me, I'm getting close," Buddy jammed his cock back into Derek's mouth. "It's when dead people fuck," he added for Bobby's benifit. Derek found himself laughing while trying to suck the boy's cock. He had the urge to call a halt to their little suckfest and set the boy straight, but the kid DID say he was getting close and interrupting his pleasure now would only prolong the encounter. He sucked harder, instead. "You mean like ZOMBIES...zombies fucking? I didn't know zombies could fuck." Bobby tried reasoning and fucking at the same time. He wasn't very good at it. "Let's cum, then I'll 'splain it." Buddy knew better than try to explain ANYTHING to his slightly dim-witted brother while they were nearing orgasms. "I'm close....hold on, I'm feeeling it..." Bobby suddenly jarred Derek with his patented machine-gun mode, driving himself frantically, with only a little spit for lubrication, toward an onslaught of naked, sexual pleasure that always left him breathless and spent, yet moaning and sighing in lingering ecstasy for several minutes afterwards. "HOOOOOOOO SHIT...OOHHAHEHHH MY GOD, CUMMING, HOIHAOHOA FUCK FUCK FUCK, OGHIEAHHIEROAH GOD, DEREK, YOUR ASS, MAN, I LOVE FUCKIN' YOUR ASS, MAN, OOHHHAHHAHH GOD, OHHHHH FUCK, FEELS GOOD, FEELS GOOD, GHOAIEHORAIHEOHR GOD, FEELS SOOO FUCKIN' GOOD, I CAN HARDLY....GHHAHHHEHOAOEIROAEIHRHHGHEHAHEHHH...AHHAHHAHH...OWOHAHHEHH...LIIAHGHH.... OOHAHOEOIAHGOEO....IIGIIAIIGHHH...GHOOAHFGHHAHHAHH...OHOHOHOHOOOOIIHHHOHOHOHOHO!" "HOOOAOIIEIHHHHFUCCK...HERE IT CUMMS, HERE IT CUMMMS...OHHHHH GOD, THE MOTHER OF ALL ORGASMS, GHOAOEIHROIHOIHFUCK, SUCK IT, DEREK, SUCK IT, SUCK IT, SUCK MY COCK, MAN, SUCK ME, SUCK ME, MAN, SUCK ME OFF, SUCKIN' ME OFF...OAOHGHEHAOEORIHOAHEHRFUCCCK...SUCKIN' ME AND SUCKIN' ME AND. OHHHK FUCCCCKKK...GOD, THE FEELING IS...OHHHHH....FUCK, INTENNNSSSE, HGOAEHIOAIEHR YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, MAN, WHAT A CUM, WHAT A FUCKIN' CUM, MAN, OHHOOOHHOOOHHHHH GOD, STILL FEELLING IT, STILL FEELING THE SPASMS, THE....OOOAOHHHGHHGH...THE JOLTS...GHAOERHAHEHHRHHIIIIIEIEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeee!!" Buddy ended in a high-pitched screaming squeal of orgasmic ecstasy shrill enough to disturb the contents of the nearest cemetery (no small feat in that Ecstasy Island HAD no cemetery). "Ohhhhh fuck, thank god THAT'S over," Derek gasped as Buddy slipped his cock from Derek's mouth. "Now wiggle your sweet cocksuckin' lips down there and catch my load, Bobby's really doing a number on my prostate, I'm...I'm gonna...ahgheahhehrha god, Bobby, easy...I'm gonna fuckin' do it, I'm gonna unload, I'm gonna cum, get it all, kid, ghoaoihoaehr god, here It...it...CUMMMMMSSSS... GHOIIAOH GOD YES, YES, BOY, DO IT, SUCK THAT FUCKER, TAKE EVERY DROP, THERE BOY, GBOOAIEHRO YEAH, YEAH, KEEP FUCKIN' ME BOBBY, KEEP THE PRESSURE ON, GHEOAIEOHRIOAHA YEAH, YEAH, HOLD IT THERE... RIGHT ON THE BUTTON, KID, OHHHHHHH FUCK THAT FEELS GOOD, OHHHAHAH MAN, I DON'T KNOW WHICH FEELS BETTER, BOBBY FUCKIN' ME OR YOU SUCKIN' ME," Derek told his sweet little friend sucking him. "Ohhahhahh fuccck, I hate the first load in the morning," Buddy spat out Derek's cum, "Must you have FISH every night for dinner?" "I brew it up just special for YOU, my love," Derek joked as he felt his still-hard cock slip from Buddy's talented lips. "Now you know why I love THIS end so much," Bobby laughed as he finally slipped from Derek's hot, tired ass. "Yes but...EVERY MORNING?" Derek hugged the two naked little sex imps to him. He couldn't love two young boys more if he were their actual father. "Would you rather we stalked up and down the street looking for sex, like Bunny does every night?" Bobby questioned. "Bunny's a very sexually liberated GIRL and she's sixteen," Derek told them. "You two gotta be careful, there are gay men on this island who would just LOVE to rip your ass to shreds. Bunny's MADE to be fucked...little boys of eleven AREN'T." "How was breakfast?" Bobby taunted his brother, amused at Derek's cum still clinging to his forelocks and ear, depite Buddy's best effort to wipe it off onto the sheets. "It SUCKED, fucker," Buddy complained. "Hey, you two...how about you horny little fuckers shuttling off to the kitchen; get Eric to HELP you make breakfast while I shave and shower?" Derek proposed. He'd allmost included "get dressed" at the end of his morning "to do" list. Living daily, for several weeks now, in total, naked, nudity took some getting used to. "Lonnie Wells..." Dr. Mike Warren read from the list of the ten boys taking part in Pooh Bear Tea. "Present, sir," Lonnie responded. "Loren Wells..." "Here..." "Andre Santos..." "apresentar..." Andre called out loudly "Alesandro Santos..." "Estou presente também..." Alesandro replied. "I...beg your pardon?" Dr. Mike looked at the naked little boy. "He's here too," Andre translated for the good doctor. "Gino Milano..." "Presente..." "Gianni Milano..." "Presente..." Gianni called out. "Jesse Janson..." "Present." "Jamie Janson..." "He had to take a piss, he'll be right back," Jesse answered for his brother. "Buddy Bristol..." Silence. "Buddy Bristol," Dr. Mike called more loudly. "Bobby Bristol...?" the doctor tried the other American twin. "Wouldn't you know, the yanks are always late...been that way since the Japs went on the rampage back in the thirties," Alec McKee whispered to his English counterpart. "Anyone know where the Bristol twins might be?" Dr. Mike questioned as he saw Jamie Janson return from the restroom. "The massage parlor, probably getting their morning rubdown," Austin Palmer commented. Suddenly there was a commotion in the back as Derek and the Bristol twins made their grand, raucous entrance through the clinic meeting room's swinging double doors. "Sorry...sorry we're late, we... rush hour traffic..." Derek made excuses as he and the boys took their seats. "Rush hour? On Ecstasy?" Steve Mathis laughed. "Buddy and Bobby Bristol reporting for duty as ordered," Buddy piped up smartly. "Too good to take the bus like the rest of us blokes?" Lonnie Wells commented under his breath but loudly enough for the American contingent to hear. The night before there had developed a little resentment that all the other Pooh Bear boys lived in a dorm-like setting while the American boys had a huge, sparkling white, ultra-contemporary villa on the main island in the "ritzy" part of town. The fact that the Americans were now holding up things didn't help. "Okay...okay...well...welcome to Ecstasy and welcome to Cox Pharm R & D Labratories," Mike Warren began. "What's R & D?" Loren asked boldly. "Research and development, of course," Jamie Janson explained. "Right...research and development...I'm sorry, I keep forgetting how new you all are to all this," Dr. Mike backtracked. "I'll try to keep this briefing as simple as possible. "Yeah, the Yanks are still asleep," Loren joked as Derek gave the kid a dirty look. Already the boy was NOT one of Derek's favorite people, despite the fact the kid was mouthwateringly cute. "To go on, you've probably been told very little so far. This briefing, indeed all our research here, is...well, if we were the U.S. government, it would be 'top secret.' We simply call it 'highly confidential'. Derek...this is especially for you...P.R. is one thing, but not a word of this is to appear in print. Understand?" Derek nodded, a little miffed that the doctor would think he lacked the good judgment to censor himself. "Fine...now...the name of the drug we're researching is Testalon," Mike continued. "The purpose of the drug is quite simply to hasten the natural process of pubescence by a couple years. That's why all you boys are between the ages of ten and twelve years old. However we have a problem in conducting such research in that the results we want to study happen naturally, of course, and at different rates in different boys. Boys have been known to start exhibiting evidence of pubesence as young as eight or nine, and in some cultures...especially in the United States, age ten or eleven is surprisingly common. "I knew a boy started shooting his cum when he was nine," Jesse Janson volunteered. "Shhhhhhhhh..." Jack Jordan hushed him. "No that's okay, it's pertinant and I expect...even welcome...a little give and take," Dr. Mike allowed. "Remember, he said a LITTLE..." Lonnie Wells reminded his British compatriot. "Thank you...Lonnie...or is it...Loren?" Dr. Mike responded smiling. He was starting to like his new research assignment. "Loren..." "No, I'm Loren, he's Lonnie..." Lonnie argued. "SHUT THE FUCK UP," Alec McKee had learned how and when to call a halt to that game." "In any case, by using twins, who presumably will mature at the same rate, and by testing only one boy in each set, we can easily ascertain any sexual development which is drug-induced apart from natural development. Thus in each pair, one of you boys will be given a placebo...that's an inactive or 'fake' drug while the other receives the test drug. You won't know which of you is being tested and which one is merely being observed. In fact, as we begin, this will be a 'blind' test, even the doctors administering the program won't know which of you is the test subject and which is the control subject. Of course, as the tests continue and the researchers begin to look at data, we, and eventually, YOU, will realize which of you is being given the drugs." "We gonna get SHOTS?" Jesse Janson asked skeptically. "No...no shots...all drugs will be administered through the skin...which it would appear all you beautiful young creatures have in good supply," the doctor joked as the boys looked about them at one another's naked little boy-bodies and laughed. "You'll each be wearing a small, round, adhesive patch with a small gauze pad in the middle. You'll be comming here every two or three days for us to...look you over...check your vitals...perhaps change your patch...half-hour to an hour at most...just long enough for us to update our data. Other than that you'll hardly be aware you're being tested. "What if we start growing huge, gianormous, big cocks and lots of hair all over our bodies and...and...?" one of the Wells boys (of course) wanted to know. "Whoa...we're not creating Frankensteinian monsters here," Mike hushed the boys as they all laughed. "For test purposes, we're going for subtle changes, much more rapid than normal, but not outlandish. In fact, we'll not be testing Testalon as a compound, (we already know it works) but it's various components, trying to decide what element causes what result so we can customize it to our needs." "Your needs?" Derek questioned, his reporter's instincts pricked. "These tests are costing Cox Pharm millions of dollars, of course we'll be focusing on the needs of the company," Dr. Mike replied cautiously. "And what might those needs entail," Derek pursued his line of questioning. Mike took a deep breath. "As you may already know, Cox Pharm manufactures a drug called Penifed, one of the components of which is immature sperm. At the moment, only sperm from ejaculating young boys up to age fourteen or fifteen is suitable for use. We hope to broaden that window of viability by a couple years, thus insuring an adequate supply for eventual mass production of the drug, the demand for which is uncertain...indeed...unknowable at this time. "And what might this...Penifed...what is the nature of this stuff...what does it do?" Derek asked, not so much as a reporter but as a responsible guardian of two vulnerable young boys. "We're getting a little off-topic here but I don't doubt there is a great deal of curiosity so let me explain," Mike continued. "Penifed is a topical cream applied to the genital area of young boys on a daily basis starting about the age of two or three...uhhh...let me see...Gino...Gianni...you two wanna come up here, please." The boys shyly looked at one another then gazed about the room. Then they somewhat reluctantly stepped to the front feeling very, very naked. Mike rested his arms around the two petite young boys lovingly. "You two want to stroke yourselves and get your cocks hard for us?" "What?" Gianni gasped. "Really?" Gino looked up at Dr. Mike in surprise. "Go ahead, we won't look," Mike joked. The boys complied, and in a minute or two, the prolonged effects of Penifed were readily apparent. "Gianni, here, has had Penifed applied to his magnificent young procreative appendage for about eight years now. His brother Gino has not. As you can see, Gino, as the control unit in the tests, has about four inches in his erect state while his brother, Gianni, about six or more." There was a murmur of surprise among both men and boys. "You two may return to the group," Dr. Mike released them. "Gianni, you may stop stroking now..." Everyone laughed. "As you can see, Penifed works and works well," Mike continued. "Genital development is enhanced approximately 50%...more in some boys over a longer period. We've seen sixty or seventy percent in some cases. Now, the Penifed cream for each test subject requires the immature sperm of approximately ten young boys on a daily basis. Today, right here in this facility, Cox Pharm 'milks' about eighty such boys. Obviously we can't go into large-scale production with such a meager supply. We're going to need, hundreds, probably several THOUSAND such boys. Therefore, increasing the time span over which these boys can produce viable sperm is critical to our plans." "So you're developing one drug to facilitate the production of another, is that it?" Derek questioned. "Essentially, yes," Mike nodded uncomfortably. Derek had the urge to probe the moral implications of what Cox Pharm was proposing but decided this was not the time nor the place, so he let the matter drop. It was easy to see why Cox Pharm wanted to keep their tests "highly confidential." "You guys gonna jack us off every day so you can get our sperm?" Jamie Janson questioned. "Well, not as a part of this test, and perhaps not you, personally, but we do value the sexual emissions of pubescent young boys quite highly," Dr. Mike confessed. "OOooooo, I can't WAIT to start shooting cum," Jesse giggled in anticipation. The others in the room laughed. "The boys DO find the act of contributing to the cause quite pleasurable," Mike assured Jesse and the others. "Now, back to the tests. In addition to increasing and assuring a ready supply of... boycum...as it's commonly called, we're also interested in greatly increasing the number of boys like yourselves...much younger boys that we currently employ, in staffing Ecstasy Island, as our clientele grows, and in allowing EcstasyInc to develop additional resort properties much like Ecstasy nearby and, indeeed, around the world. Derek, I'm sure you're already aware of this, but for the benifit of the others, EcstasyInc, and Cox International are currently negotiating for additional island properties to come under the Land of Ecstasy flag, for which Cox Pharm will be expected to...'grow' several hundred young boys to satisfy the sexual needs of our sister organization, EcstasyInc. Our client studies show a demand for ever younger and younger boys, able to ejaculate and bearing SOME traits of pubesence but not ALL such traits." "I beg your pardon?" Derek again interupted. This was news to him. "How young?" "We're hoping to develop boys with...how should I put this...larger than normal cocks but NOT fully developed adolescent physical attributes," Mike continued. "To put it in layman's terms, we want boys of ten or eleven with good-sized cocks, able to shoot cum, maybe a little peach fuzz, but not enough to get...stuck in your teeth, if you know what I mean..." The adults laughed, even a couple of the boys found his comment humorous. "Moreover, we hope to extend the process of...pubing out, so to speak...over a period of several years, rather than several months...starting perhaps around age ten and continuing to around age sixteen or longer," Mike continued. "Men seem to find the period of puberty quite sexually exciting." "What about the problem of anal intercourse?" Derek persisted, knowing full well, even with young teens, cocks too big and asses too small was a chronic problem." "What about it?" Mike challenged him. "One word...hemmorhoids," Derek reminded the doctor. "One word...Preparation-H." Mike replied. "Don't get fuckin' smug with me, doctor, you know there's a hell of a lot more to it than that," Derek shot back. "So far, as Nancy Reagan advised, 'just say no' seems to work out pretty well." Dr. Mike countered. "Maybe, for teenagers, but you go stocking Ecstasies worldwide with cute litttle ten-year-old boys exposed to big, horny, twenty-year-old gay MEN...with all due respect, you're gonna have an ...excuse the bluntness...a very bloody size discrepency on your hands." "We're working to deal with that problem," Mike told him, in effect confirming Derek's assessment that there would, indeed, BE a problem. "And just how might that be?" Derek pursued the doctor with a reporter's dogged determination. "Genetic research and testing," Mike countered obliquely. "Genetic research and testing..." Derek mimicked him. "That's quite the meaningless catchall phrase around here. As you said, this all stays within this room, so you suppose you let us all know just what the hell goes on downstairs in your 'secret' labs." Mike paused, not having expected a hostile reception, and from one of their "own," at that. "We're breeding bigger assholes; you wanna make a contribution?"