Date: Wed, 16 Jan 2013 23:26:37 -0500 From: John Marshall Subject: EcstasyInc 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," 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 24 "If I'd known I was gonna have to go see the doc, I'd have skipped the whole thing," Buddy complained as his "fathers" escourted him into the Cox Pharm citadel. It was almost ten, a full moon casting a glorious glow in the cloudless sky, reflecting romamtically in the glassy waters of the lagoon behind the building. "Who's the doc on duty?" Derek asked at the reception desk. "That would be Doctor d'Angelo," the naked stud behind the counter informed them. "Please sign in." Doug did the honors. "I don't know him, what's his first name?" "Tony," the man replied, not looking up from the erotic paperback novel he was reading, "Boys Will Be Boys." "Any good?" Derek smiled down, at the front cover, featuring an illustration of two pre-teen boys masturbating one another. "I'm hard, ain't I?" the man replied, still not looking up. "You know the way back to the clinic?" "We've been here before." Doug sighed. "You may have to wake him up," the receptionist told them. "Or else pry him away from one of the boys overnighting in the infirmary." "Sounds like MY kind of Doc," Buddy joked. Doug lovingly rested his arm around his young son's slender shoulders as they made their way back the darkened corridor to the island's only health facility. "Kind of spooky," he commented. "You think this is spooky, you oughta poke around down in the dungeon where all the mad scientists stir their bubbling cauldrons full of boy-juice and bat wings," Derek joked. "Can I make my...contribution...tonight so I won't have to get up first thing tomorrow and come back?" Buddy asked his dad. "I thought we'd just LEAVE you here, save us all a trip," Doug joked. "Cool, they can just hook me up to one of them milking machines and let it suck me dry," Buddy giggled boyishly, "maybe once every fifteen minutes or so." "I think there's some of your SISTER in you," Derek ruffled the boy's mop of whitish blond hair. "HEY!" Buddy complained. "I've beat the shit outta guys for saying things like that," he playfully punched his stepfather in the ribs. "I think we should lock the two of them up in the same room and let'em have at each other, see which one comes out first cryin' 'uncle'," Derek suggested as they rounded the corner and entered the clinic area. The place was deserted. Derek rang a small bell on the desk. No one seemed to be minding the store. "Looks like the guy out front knew what he was talking about," Doug sighed, moving beyond the counter in search of the doctor or anyone else with a medical degree. "Where's the inpatient facililty?" "Keep goin', you'll see it," Derek told him as Doug continued searching. He didn't have far to go. The infirmary had about a dozen beds on either side of a wide aisle. All were empty. At the far end, one area was curtained off with lights on inside. They could see movement. Silently the three of them crept closer, listening as well as watching. What they heard was the sound of sex--man/boy sex. Derek parted the curtain slightly as the three of them peeked through. A young boy was getting his ass fucked. Moreover neither man nor boy seemed to notice they had company. The man was in his early twenties. The boy appeared to be about Buddy's age. Both were moaning softly to the rythmic sounds of naked man-flesh slapping against naked boy-flesh. "That's Jeff Lyons," Buddy whispered to his dad. "I fucked him a few days ago. He's really hot." "So it would appear," Derek whispered back. "The doc ain't so bad either," Doug commented, assuming the man was the dilinquent Doctor d'Angelo. "God, look at'em fuckin' GO," Buddy whispered. "The doc's huge," Derek noted. "Jeff's got a good six inches," Buddy recalled as they watched. "He shootin' yet?" Derek asked. Buddy shook his head. "He's younger than me." "Very well developed for a ten or eleven-year-old," Doug noted softly. "He grew up with that stuff ya rub on your cock to make it grow," Buddy informed them. "Penifed? I might have known," Derek rolled his eyes. "He's got about seven inches, I think," Buddy told them. "How come you never got some of that stuff for me and Bobby?" he asked his dad softly. "Your mother woulda killed me, that's why," Doug whispered back. "I think we're about to witness a couple pretty wild orgasms," Doug observed. "Jeff's gettin' close, I can tell," buddy agreed. "How can you tell?" Derek asked. "Look at his face," Buddy nodded. "Looks like he's about to lay a square egg." "OOOOOOAOOAOEORHAOEIAOEOAOEOOGOOEOAOWWWWWIOIIIEIAOOAOEOAOEIGEHGHGHHHHHHH!!" the boy suddenly howled. "Sounds like TWO square eggs," Derek joked. "Hooooo fuck, kid, I'm cummming," the doctor quietly gasped as he lodged himself deep in the boy's bowels and lurched a couple times, his cum filling little Jeffery's anal canal. "You guys wanna wait out front, I'll be with you soon as I finish shootin' my cum," the doctor suddenly looked back over his shoulder at them, apparently fully aware all along that he and the boy had been putting on a show for an appreciative audience. "Uhhhh...no problem, take your time, no need to rush our our account," Derek told the man as they let the curtain fall back and began a sniggering retreat. "I suppose we shouldn't be surprised," Doug blinked. "I imagine that sort of thing goes on all the time around here." "I wonder what the kid was being treated for," Derek smiled as they returned to the clinic area. "Acute horniness," Buddy told them, "...same as me." "He pretty horny?" Derek asked in making conversation. "Every ten minutes," Buddy recalled. "He wore me out in an hour." "Sounds serious, suppose the doc has to service the kid every ten minutes?" Doug laughed. "Don't laugh, treatment like that could kill a guy," Derek said seriously. "Even with Duralon," Buddy smiled. "Sorry to keep you folks waiting," Dr. d'Angelo appologized as he returned to his post, his cock oozing cum and somewhat less rigid than before. "How may I help you." "Well, it seems our little horny toad here shot his first load of cum tonight and..." Derek began. "Congratulations, my boy, welcome to the world of sperm whales," the doctor joked. "Yes, well, that's not what concerns us," Doug picked up where Derek left off. "The kid's one of the Pooh Bears and he's only eleven, and he's been...literally GUSHING seminal fluids when he cums...here's a sample." "Quite a sizable specimen for the first time. A Pooh Bear, you say?" Dr. d'Angelo peered at the small container. "Right, the first of the lot to start ejaculating," Derek added. "You say he's eleven?" the doctor inquired. "Eleven years, three months," Doug told him more precisely. "The name's Buddy Bristol." "Pretty young for puberty but..." the doctor admitted. "Let me pull up his records and..." He began poking at his desktop keyboard. "Damn...locked." "You know about the Pooh Bear boys?" Derek inquired. "More than I'm SUPPOSED to," the doctor admitted. "Hmmmm..." He studied the monitor screen. "It's only 10:30. I guess I better get Dr. Mike over here...god, he's gonna kill me for interrupting his hot date tonight but..." He picked up the phone. Derek and Doug smiled at one another. "You think he'll suck me off again?" Buddy asked anxiously. The doctor smiled down at the boy as he waited for the phone to ring through. "If he don't, I WILL, okay?" "What about your little buddy back at the end of the hall?" Doug asked. "Mike, Tony here...yeah...I just took care of him a little while ago, should satisfy him for a few minutes, anyway," the doctor said. "Listen, you know a...a Buddy Bristol?" "He knows me," Buddy interjected. "Yes, well, you might wanna come over here, he and his...parents...I presume, are here, seems the little tyke just blew his first load this evening..." "TWICE, this evening," Buddy corrected. "Twice this evening," the doctor added, "...pretty watery..." "Tastes like shit," Derek put in his ten-cents worth. "Tastes like shit," the doctor repeated, "huge sample." "And that's just a small part of it," Derek added. "Okay...sorry to bother you...see you in a few..." the doctor hung up. "He's on his way. He lives in the tower just across the way, should be here in a couple minutes unless he has to fight off the two boys he took home with him this evening." "What's their names?" Buddy inquired, "maybe I know'em." "Hell, I don't know, couple of Kevin Cox's horny little fuckers is all I know," the doctor told him. "Any thing else out of the ordinary?" the doctor asked. "I been shootin' cum almost as often as that kid ya got back there," Buddy added. "You know each other?" Dr. d'Angelo asked in surprise. "Jeff? Sure, we've fucked around a little...okay, a LOT..." Buddy corrected himself. "You're not a Penifed kid, are you?" Dr. d'Angelo asked too quickly for Derek's comfort. "No, but...he's been exposed to SEVERAL...the kid in there, two or three over at the dorm..." Derek acknowledged. "You think..." "Not likely...no fluids to exchanged," the doctor read his mind. "He's a twin, right?' Doug nodded. "His brother's name is Bobby...nothing from him yet." "I don't think there's any doubt which of them is the test subject," Derek told the doctor. "Whoa...you're gettin' in too deep for me," the doctor almost physically backed off. "Like I said...doctors talk...grapevine, but..." "I know all about the grapevine, I work for EcstasyInc...we both do," Derek understood the man's anxiety. Knowing more than you were supposed to on Ecstasy could get you OFF Ecstasy. In the distance they could hear doors opening and closing. "That's probably Mike now," the doctor told them, more than a little relief in his voice. "Hey, guys, sound like we should go out and celebrate," Dr. Mike smiled as he shook hands all around, then hugged Buddy warmly. "I hear you been spoutin' some rather yucky fluids tonight." "Worst cum I ever tasted," Derek confirmed, "...terribly acidic, horribly...horribly salty...and thin..." "Cucumbers," Buddy insisted. "Cucumbers?" Dr. Mike laughed. "He had some for lunch...I don't think that has anything to do with it, but..." Doug explained. "Sudden craving," Buddy added, "...like pickles and ice cream." "Pickles and ice cream?' Dr. Mike asked mystified. "You know, pregnant women..." Buddy winked. "You think you're PREGNANT?" Dr. Mike laughed. "We were just talking, he and your friend back there in bed ten are suck buddies...and, speaking of cravings, he's been craving orgasms about ever fifteen or twenty minutes ever since the last patch," Derek told the doctor. "I tried looking up his records but they're locked," Dr. d'Angelo explained to his colleague. "Look, Tony, why don't you go back and give Jeffie another orgasm, I'll handle this one," Mike advised. Tony d'Angelo took a deep breath, then left muttering, "...his sixth tonight..." "I gave him 22 last night," Mike called over his shoulder as he attacked the computer. "Don't the kid know how to jack off?" Doug asked. "We're workin' on it," Mike joked. "Ahahhh....I'm in." "In?" Doug asked. "The password works...first time I've used it...first time I've had need to," Mike smiled up from the monitor. "Let's see what we have here." He studied the screen siletly, his mouse scurrying all over the desktop. "Well?" Doug asked anxiously. "I'm feeling horny again..." Buddy suddenly told them. "Think about your sister," Doug advised the boy, "...how much you love her." "Shut up," Buddy reacted in jest. "Interesting," the doctor observed. "Nothing really surprising...nothing we hadn't pretty much already guessed." "He's the test unit, right?" Derek strained his neck to see the screen. The doctor nodded. "T-40...what the hell is T-40?" He shifted to another screen. "T-40...T-40...dammit, I should have known." "What?" Derek cried anxiously. "T-40 is a component of Testalon," Dr. Mike explained. "No surprise there, all the boys are getting separate components, but this one..." he started laughing. "Doug, your son seems to have been given as sizable dose of...testosterone." "What's testerone?" Buddy asked, wrinkling up his cute little nose. "Testosterone, it's a male hormone," the doctor explained patiently. "Actually, T-40 is a special variant...turn around." "What?" "Turn around," the doctor repeated as Buddy obeyed. The doctor peeled his tiny patch from the back of Buddy's neck. "I may get fired for this but I think this little fucker's had quite enough of T-40." "That mean I won't be able to cum any more?" Buddy asked in anquish. "No, unfortunately, it doesn't," the doctor told him. "You said a little while ago you were feeling horny again?" "Yeah...really horny...you wanna suck me off?" Buddy asked hopefully. "Hey, kid, I'm off duty, ain't my job to make cute little naked boys shoot cum tonight," the doctor joked. "What I am going to do is hook you up to an extractor..." "The milking machine?" Doug asked in dismay. "We'll set it up on a timer...I think we'll put Jeffie back there on it too...you boys can have your own little cum party tonight...don't expect to get much sleep though," the doctor told them. "Cool," Buddy smiled broadly. "NOT cool," Derek corrected. "Dammit, Derek, we're not gonna cross swords again, are we?" Mike suddenly erupted. "Who the fuck's the doctor here, anyway." "Look, I've been on that thing...so has Buddy, it's a wild little fun park ride...ONCE...but no kid of mine's gonna get sucked off ten dozen times a night by that fuckin' torture..." Derek asserted firmly, struggling to control his voice so as not to frighten Buddy. "Okay...okay, we'll compromise...we'll hook him up, but give him the button...he needs an orgasm, he'll get one...give him the intensity control too, how's that?" Mike relented. Derek was silent, he looked at Doug questioningly. "Better than have the kid...you know...in...discomfort...you know..." Doug reasoned. "Doc, I know what the fuck testosterone is but..." Derek turned back to Mike. "T-40 doesn't have all the effects of testosterone, but where it counts, it's about ten times as powerful as Testosterone," Mike explained gently. "And quite frankly, I think some bumble-brain downstairs went waaaay overboard ordering up T-40 for an eleven-year-old kid...well, anyway...not only that but...his orgasms...the abnormal fluids...this will go on for...damn...you're gonna explode when I tell you this...but this could go on for days, up to a week." "A WEEK!" Derek exploded as expected. "A WEEK...cool," Buddy beamed. "NOT cool," Derek repeated his earlier line. "Ronon Parker is gonna hear about this!" "Ohhhhh, fuck Ronon Parker," Mike exploded. "I don't give a shit if he IS married to that little Cox sonofabitch, the man upstairs will have his BALLS if he tries to torpedo the Pooh Bears." "Hey, guys, I need to cum," Buddy told them nervously. "Jack it off," Derek told Buddy angrily, still glaring at the boy's doctor. Derek had the feeling the doctor was bluffing but for Ronon's sake he didn't have the urge to find out. "Hook him up," Doug ordered, unwilling to see his son suffer. "He can't jack off every fifteen minutes all night long," Doug gave his husband a pleading look as he himself came under Derek's blistering glare. "As you well know, the extractor gives extremely deep orgasms...probably sufficient to let the boy sleep for an hour or two between treatments," Mike told them as he directed his more-than-willing patient around the counter toward the "milking parlor." "I don't like this one fuckin' little bit," Derek complained. "Neither do I but..." Doug held his husband, half in love, half in restraint. "Why don't you two just go home...I'll take care of the boy....like he was my own," Dr. Mike told the boy's "fathers." "See you guys later," Buddy waved happily as he disappeared into the extraction lab. "T-40...FUCKIN' T-40!" Derek pounded the counter angrily. "Easy..." Doug comforted him. "And I think you better leave Ronon out of this." "Heeeeyyyy...Buddy, how's it sproutin'," Jeff Lyons called as he lay hooked up to an extractor. Dr. d'Angelo was busy attaching sensors to his skull. "I see you had the same idea I did," Dr. Mike eyed his colleague as he helped Buddy into the reclining "chair" beneath all the tubes and dangling misscellaney decorating the machine. "I don't know why we didn't think of it before," Tony d'Angelo acknowledged. "Same reason Derek Chandler just exploded a little bit ago out front," Mike told him. "Cruel and unusual punishment." "Any idea what's causing this outbreak of...'orgasmitis'?" Tony asked. "With MY patient, I know EXACTLY what's causing...you comfortable there, son?" "Hurry, I need to cum...baaadd..." Buddy winced as Mike fitted the plastic tube over his rock-hard boy-cock. "You 'bout done over there?" Mike asked. "Had to get a bigger tube," Tony told him, "...Penifed baby...since the age of six months." "Hooo, shit, why do parents do stuff like that to their kids?" Mike questioned. "Cause I wanted a big cock," Jeff explained. "Or your DAD did...any record of hypersexuality from early applications?" Mike asked. "If there is...Cox has them buried," Tony suggested. "Two years is supposed to be the earliest...all set here." "Give me a second, this little fucker has oily skin; had trouble getting the diodes to stick last time too," Mike complained as she struggled with alcohol pads to cleanse Buddy's skin. "Ohhhhh fuck, doc, turn it on, to hell with the diode thingies, I need to shoot some cum before I explode!" Buddy complained. "You started SHOOTIN'?" Jeff exclaimed in surprise as he reached out and gripped Buddy's outstretched hand. "Like a sonofabitch," Buddy confirmed, "...GALLONS." "No SHIT?" Jeff laughed. "God, wish I could shoot, probably cure what ails me." "What ails you is a lazy fist," Tony told the boy playfully. "How's your cock doin'?" "Okay. Man, I hate jackin' off...my arm gets tired," Jeff told his doctor. "I NEVER jack off, more fun when someone SUCKS me," Buddy smiled over at his partner-to-be in pleasure. "Which, according to your dad, ain't likely for a while," Mike smiled down at the boy as he finally managed to afix the last electrode to the boy's skull. "Stepdad...the other one is my real dad," Buddy corrected. "I wondered about that," Mike told him, "BOTH his dads work for EcstasyInc," Mike told Tony. "Derek's their PR man...probably not too fond of his employer right now." "So I overheard," Tony smiled. "Used to write for the Gay Blade?" "Still does...which worries the shit out of the PhDs upstairs," Mike added. "Okay, boys, hang onto your heads, this'll completely blow'em off. Ready?" "Ohhhh god, please, just DO it," Buddy pleaded, gripping more tightly Jeff Lyon's hand across the narrow space between their reclining seats. "AIAIIIAHHHHH..." Jeff cried in surpise at the initial intensity of the machine's sucking action. "You've never done this before?" Buddy guessed. "Ahahhahhh...no...ahhahhahh fuccckkk," Jeff gasped as the machine went to work on him. "It's not bad to start but...ohhhahh fuck, yeahhhhh...it get's pretty...EXTREME...ohhhhah god, yeah, fuccckkk...as it goes on," Buddy began to enjoy the "relief" the machine was now starting to offer. "Ohhhhh, baby, where you BEEN all my life," Jeff cried, already heaving and thrusting his tiny pelvis off his seat, making love to his "cocksucker." "If this don't make your start shootin', NOTHING will," Buddy smiled over at his partner in pleasure. "Ohhhhh god, love this fucker, love this feeling, ohhhh yeah, yeah, man, I gotta get me one these." "Watch those eeg numbers, the kid doesn't have a baseline, you may have to pull the plug," Mike instructed his colleague. "He's feeling it...nothing too...gees...gettin' up there, though," Tony observed. "Kick him off if he goes beyond 9.5," Mike instructed. "Don't wanna cause a stroke." "7.7," Tony reported. "Mine's 7.5." "AHAHHAHAHAHEIAIIIEHAHHG FUCK, feels good, feels good, ogheaoiehrohi god, this fucker' really does a job on your cock, ohhh fuck, best blowjob I ever had," Jeff gushed as he squirmed in sexual pleasure, seemingly held in place only by the white-knuckled grip of Buddy's hand in his own. "You ain't fuckin' seen NOTHING...aooghaheooiaeiihhhh...yet...ooahoeoioho god, I forgot how...aoogeiaiierhooooahaei," Buddy did a little sqirming of his own, careful not to get disconnected." "7.9" Mike observed. "Same here," Tony told him. "You hangin' in there? You gonna make it?" Buddy asked his friend beside him. "Aahhah...aiieiahhehhah god, the feeling, gettin'...oghaoieorih god, gettin' intense...ooaehooahhahh man, buildin' up...feelin' it, ohhhh god, doc, gettin' to me, gonna...ooaohehorihoeih fuck, doc, gonna make me cummmmmm..." "That's the whole idea, Bubby boy, just hang in there, you're at 8.1...should kick you over the edge around 8.3 or 8.4 according to your numers last time back at the house. "That was with Bobby, this fucker ain' no Bobby," Buddy noted for the record, "ohhhah fuck, doc, fuck, fucccckkkkkk... fucccckkkkkk...hhhahhahhahh ohhhhahhhhh god, I can feel it, feel the cum gettin ready to...ohhahhh fuck, gonna DOOO it, man, gonna pop...ghoaiehoaiheo...here it...it...CUMMMMMMMSSSS...ALGIEAIHEROIHAOIH GOD, GHEIAOERHIHOH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, OGHHOAIHOI MAN, OVER THE TOP AND BEYOND!" Buddy cried out in sexual agony as his slender, naked, little boy-body arched high off the seat as if the sucking tube on his cock were about to suck him up physically along with his gushiing boy-juices. "IIAIEIIAEHRAOEIHHAHEIIIAIEIAEIRHHGHEAOOEOIIHEHGHEAIEIIIAIEHGHEHAHEHHHIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!" Jeff suddenly screamed as he too felt the orgasmic effects of the "milking" machine work it's excruciating magic on his naked young boy-body. "AIIAH...AHHAHEIIEIHHH...AIGIHEAHOEOIRHOAIEHAIEIIIHHGHH...AOOGIHEHAIEIIRH...IGIEIAIHEHRHHAHEIIIHH...IIAHGHHHH!!!" "Damn, I hate it when we get a screamer," Tony winced. "Shoulda remembered my earplugs." "Fuck the earplugs, what's his numbers look like?" Mike worried. "9.3...falling off a little...9.2, 9.1, looks like he over the worst..." Tony began breathing again. "I think maybe he's gonna survive...if he'd just can that fuckin' SCREAMIN'." "You ever try this?" Mike asked, suppressing a smile. "No, nor WILL I," Tony promised. "You ought to, you'd understand what he's screamin' about," Mike promised. "Uhhh...your vial's runnin' over," Tony eyed the container collecting Buddy's semon. "SHIIIIITTTT..." Mike swore, as he struggled to switch the collection tube to another vial. "I've never seen a grown MAN fill one of those and this kid's only ELEVEN?" Tony laughed, enjoying immensely his colleague's plight. "What the fuck?" "Don't ask," Mike growled. "What the fuck's he ON?" "You don't wanna know," Mike swore. "Dammit, look at the mess on the floor. Oughta make him LICK it up." "HOOOOOOOOHHHHHOOOHHHHH ohhhhhhhHHooooohhhHHHhHHHHHHHH FUCCCCKKKKK, that was GREATTTTTT," Buddy gasped as he began coming down from his super-orgasm. "Feel better now?" Mike questioned. "This thing really SUCKS...even better than YOU, doc," Buddy teased. Then, looking over at a dazed Jeff in the chair next to his, now barely hanging onto one of Buddy's fingers. "You alright over there?" Jeff sobbed weakly, tears in his eyes, running down over his sweetly beautiful face. "No."