Date: Thu, 24 Jan 2013 00:33:41 -0500 From: John Marshall Subject: EcstasyInc Chapter 26 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 26 "You're Late," Scott Tinker told him as Kevin and Jeff Lyons arrived at what the Ecstasy Island training and endoctrination staff called "the cradle." Actually, it was the home of Scott and his wife, Toy, whom their young newbie "puppies" affectionately referred to as Tinker and Toy. "Blame it on Ronon, he went off on a temper tantrum over at Cox Pharm," Kevin sighed as he took stock of the eight naked little boys sprawled seductively all over the living room floor before him. "He got mad cause they hooked me up to one of those milking thingies and now I can't get a hardon," Jeff told his former Ecstasy "dad". Jeff had graduated a couple weeks earlier from the Ecstasy training academy with high honors, the best cocksucker in his class. "Jeff had a severe, but apparently curable case of hypersexuality," Kevin eyed the boy's limp three-inch penis. "I think you better get started, I've already made your welcoming speech," Tinker told him. "Boys, I want you to meet our director of training, (we call him the DOT) Kevin Cox. "Hi," Kevin greeted them. "Why don't we start by your eaching telling me your name and how old you are?" "How old are YOU?" one of the boys in front wanted to know. "I'm eleven," Kevin told him, "How old are you?" "I'm thirteen," the boy declared. "My name is Eddie Baker." "Thank, you, Eddie," Kevin replied, "you're very beautiful. My husband is thirteen. He's very beautiful too." "You're married?" one of the other boys asked in surprise, "to a MAN?" "Well...a boy...his name is Ronon Parker...you'll meet him later," Kevin told the boy, "He's dean of boys here on the island. Once you've graduated from the academy here and served your internship, he'll be your boss." "Is he really HOT?" another boy asked anxiously. "Why don't you tell me your name and how old you are," Kevin insisted. "And YES, he's extremely HOT." "I'm Davy Michaels, I'm eleven too...you don't look old enough to be eleven," Davy insisted. "Neither do you," Kevin shot back, "You're gay, I take it." "You're gay too, I take it," Davy mimicked. "Come up here," Kevin beckoned. The boy scrambled to his feet and stood naked before his instructor, his four-inch boy-cock hard and throbbing, sprouting up from his thin, hairless groin. He stood barely four and a half feet tall. Kevin gripped the boy with both hands around the ribs and abruptly lifted him up onto the nearby bar counter. "Whoooa..." the boy cried in surprise. Kevin went down on him. He sucked in the boy's delectable hard cock and started rapidly giving the boy the best blowjob he'd ever had...if, indeed, the boy had ever HAD a blowjob, which, judging by his reaction, was highly questionable. "Hoooooooo shiiiiiiiiitttt..." the boy gasped in surprise. "Fuuuuuccccckkkkkkkk...." "That answer your question, kid?" Kevin asked as he lifted his expertly sucking lips from the boy's cock. "Why'd you stop?" Davy asked in dismay. "You think I've got nothing better to do than suck off every obnoxious little pup like you that comes along?" Kevin suppressed a smile. "Jeff, finish him off, and I mean OFFF...really fuckin' make him SCREAM." "hOOOOO SHIT, he's....ohhhhhh fuccckkkk...FUCK, he's even better than YOU," Davy cried as Jeff swooped in orally for the kill. "Now, where were we?" Kevin turned his attention back to the remaining boys. "You, the sweet little blondie, what's your name, doll?" "Abel, but they call me Abey," the boy reported. "Abey Adams, and I'm ten." Kevin rolled his eyes. With is longish curls wreathing his delicate, sweetly beautiful face, he looked far more like a girl than a boy. Only a rather startling six-inch hard cock said otherwise. "Let me guess, penifed..." "Jeff, stop and get a look at this little sweetheart," Kevin told his assistant cocksucker. "Jeff was a Penifed baby too." "Cute...your next," Jeff told the boy, then turned his attention back to little Davey. "Any more Penifed tykes here?" Kevin asked. No one held up his hand. "Looks like we get about one in each batch," Tinker, behind him, observed. "Okay, stud, the boy beside...Abey...what's your name and how many years you been fuckin' around?" "I'm Easton and I've been fuckin' around since I was six," the boy told him. "I'm twelve now." "You a working boy?" Kevin asked. "What's a working boy?" "You a professional? You get paid for suckin' cocks?" Kevin asked bluntly. "Just once...this guy gave me a donut after I sucked him," Easton reported. "Mmmmmm...that's a start...donuts to dollars...was it...creme filled?" Kevin joked. "YUCK," the boy reacted, making an ugly face. "Okay, YOU...come up here," Kevin insisted. The boy crawled forward across the padded carpet from where he sat in the back. "Suck my cock," Kevin ordered, lifting the boy to his knees, then thrusting his five or so inches into the boy's face. "You serious?" the boy asked in surprise, tinged with embarrassment. "Does this fucker look serious?" Kevin countered, then thrust himself between the boy's lips. "And watch the fuckin' TEETH! I thought you said you'd done this sort of thing before." "Kevin, ease up," Tinker advised softly behind him. "Okay, who we got left...you, the little guy with the crewcut in the back...mmmmmm, that's better, yeah, maybe you have done this before," Kevin divided his attention between Easton on his cock, and getting to know the latest litter of puppies. "I'm Billy, and I ain't never sucked a cock before," the boy insisted fearfully. "Then what the fuck you doin' here?" Kevin retorted. "KEVIN!" Tinker said sharply. "I'm sorry, little guy," Kevin told the boy softly, "How old are you, little one?" "Ten," the boy replied just as softly. "I've been sucked before but...lots of times, but..." "Who sucked you?" Kevin inquired. The boy looked around sheepishly, then replied, almost in a whisper. "My mom." "You ever fuck her?" Kevin asked gently. The boy nodded wordlessly. "Tinker, you wanna have your wife....?" "Right," Tinker replied as he beckoned the boy to come with him. "HHAHAHIEIAIIHHHHH...I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING, OGHEAIEHROIH GOD, OOEIAHEROIEIOHO GOD...GHAHEHHAEHHRH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, SUCKIN' ME, SUCKIN' ME OFF, SUCKIN' ME FUCKIN' OFFF...OFFF, AAELIAIEIHAOEIHOIHEOIH," the kid on the bar suddenly cried out in orgasmic exclamation as Jeff kicked him over into blissful ecstasy mode. "This is what a proper cocksucking looks like," Kevin observed, "and what a smart-assed kid looks like the first time he's ever felt a first-class orgasm. "oOAOOOEIAHERAOIERHIHA FUCCCKKK...OEHAIEHROIEHOIROH FUCKIIN' SHIT, OGHEIAOIEHROI GOD, FEELIN' IT, FEELIN' IT, OGIEHAOIEHROIH GOD, FEELS GOOD, FEELS GOOD, GHEOAIEHROIH GOD, MY COCK, GBOIEHAOIEHROHI FUCCCCKKK...FUCCCKKK, SUCK THAT FUCKER, MAN, SUCK ME OFF, SUCK ME OFF, KEEP SUCKIN' ME, MAN, KEEP DOIN' IT TO ME, KEEP...KEEP OGIAHIOEHROIAHEORIHAOIEHOAHHAHHHGHEHH... FUCCCCKKKKKKK!!!" the eleven-year-old cried out in excruciating pleasure. Jeff lifted his lips from the boy's cock and smiled. "Nothing?" Kevin asked. Jeff shook his head. "Okay, kid, hop down," Kevin instructed. "Now you...Davy was it?" The boy nodded. "You suck HIM off, make him scream and yell, just like he did to you." "I ain't no fuckin' cocksucker," the boy objected. "Time you learned," Kevin told him brusquely. "Now, get down on your knees, just like this little guy. See, he knows how to service a cock," Kevin referred to Easton, who was avidly doing his best. "It's so...limp," Davy objected. "SUCK!!" Kevin ordered loudly as Jeff forced his flacid cock between Davy's lips. "Easton, my boy, you've got a lot to learn, but you're startin' to get me there," Kevin complimented the twelve-year-old sucking his cock. "Okay, the kid with the all-over tan back there...yeah, you..." "I'm Clark. I'm twelve." The boy answered evenly, hoping not to be made an example of. "Your family nudists, right?" Kevin guessed. "We own a naturist park," the boy confirmed. "So, you've kind of grown up naked, right," Kevin reasoned. "Just the last three years," Clark explained. "I was nine when we bought the place." "Lots of sex since you were nine?" Kevin asked, fascinated by the boy's story. "I'm no virgin, if that's what you mean," the twelve-year-old confirmed. "Ever been fucked?" Kevin asked. "You gonna fuck me?" Clark asked warily. "Sorry, kid, my cock's rather busy at the moment," Kevin joked. "Ohhhhahhhfh fuck, VERY busy, in fact. Nice move there, Easton." "I've had anal a few times," Clark reported. "How was it?" Kevin asked. "Painful," the boy admitted. "But not so painful you didn't mind trying it again, right?" Kevin assumed. "I'd rather fuck that BE fucked," Clark admitted. "Damn, just what we need around here, another TOP," Kevin joked as Tinker returned to his side. "You fucked girls too?" "Mostly," Clark confirmed Kevin's suspicions. "We don't have many girls around here," Kevin informed the boy. "But Toy will be glad to hear that." "The lady we met before?" Clark asked in surprise. "My wife, yes," Tinker confirmed. "You'd...let me...fuck your...your WIFE?" the boy asked in awkward dismay. "SHE would let you fuck her. In fact, I think she'd be disappointed if you didn't," Tinker corrected. "Listen, all of you, sex is what we're all about here, age, gender, experience, preferences...I think what Kevin is demonstrating here for you, all that has nothing to do with your life here on Ecstasy." "You're all here because you're...every one of you...your faces...your naked little boy-bodies are extremely...devastatingly cute...and you've each got more than adequate young boy-cocks, and a willingness to learn to USE them to give yourselves and others a great deal of sexual pleasure." Kevin continued Tinker's words. "Okay, kid, get ready, you're about to get another...yucky...taste of boy-cum," Kevin warned. "Get ready, don't stop, suck that fucker, make me feel it, get me off, kid, oh yeah, Easton baby, that's it, suck that fucker, really doin' it to me, ohghahehrh god, yeah, feels...feels good...gonna cum...feels...HAHHAHEHRHHH....AERIGHHEHH, AHGEHHAOEOERHHH YEAH,...OOAEHHHH FUCK, HANG IN THERE, SWALLOW, TWO OR THREE MORE...AOEOHAOEIRHOAIEH GOOD, HARD SPURTS, OHAHHHH FUCCCK...YEAH, YEAH, AOGOIEHAHEOIHHHHHHhhhhhhhhh..." Kevin forcefully ejaculated straight down the boy's throat. "Whew..." Easton reacted as Kevin let him slip from his cock. "Now, that wasn't so bad was it?" Kevin smiled down at the boy's sweet, cum-coated face. "Awful salty..." the boy reported. "But not as bad as that guy I sucked that one time." "Ronon says I taste pretty good," Kevin smiled as he eased the boy to his feet and kissed him lovingly. "You did good, boy. I've had better, but...I'd give you a C+. You're gonna do fine here. You can go back and sit down now." "Mmmmmmmmammmmmm..." Jeff sighed from the bar. "Gettin' you hard?" Kevin asked. "Feels good but...no...not yet," Jeff replied, holding Davy's head gently in his hands, guiding the boy. "It's weird, suckin' a soft cock," Davy reported. "Keep suckin'," Kevin instructed. "If at first you don't succeed, keep on suckin' til you DO suck seed." Tinker rolled his eyes. Even Jeff failed to laugh. "Alright, old blue-eyes back there...what's your name and how old are you?" Kevin returned to his mission, now free from his sexual distraction. "My name's Billy too," the boy told them. "I'm eleven." "Damn, I hate it when we get two with the same name," Kevin sighed, looking To Tinker for sympanthy. He got little. "Billy number two..." Tinker advised. "How old are you, Billy number two?" Kevin continued. "Twelve," Billy number two replied. "Fine, we'll call you Billy twelve, and the other Billy, Billy ten," Kevin decided. "How much sexual experience you had?" "Some. I'm bi. I like young boys and older women," Billy explained. "Don't we all, kid, don't we ALL?" Kevin laughed regarding the boy's open honesty as he recalled his youth growing up, fucking his mother daily. "I wish they'd send us MORE like this one," he whispered to Tinker. "One more," Tinker pointed to a dark-haired, exquisitely beautiful young boy in the back. "Please, stand up so we can see you." "Ohhhhh my godddd...he's...gorgeous...fuckkkkkk...beautiful doesn't even come close," Kevin gasped as he saw the boy in a better light. "I'm Jarrod Allen Montgomery the fourth from Huntsville, Alabama," the boy told them slowly with a southern drawl so thick he almost made him unintelligible. "How old?" Tinker asked softly, even more amazed at the boy's incredible beauty. "I'm fourteen," the boy replied confidently. "How many inches," Kevin asked, equally amazed at the boy's fully mature adolescent cock. "Seven...maybe seven and a half," Jarrod told them with a hint of pride. "Gay, bi, or straight?" Tinker inquired. "I'm not sure," the boy replied. "Oh...a cock like that and you're NOT SURE," Kevin almost laughed. "I find boys attractive but I've never done anything with a boy," Jarrod told them. "And girls?" Kevin asked breathlessly. "I've been toyed with...I had a girlfriend, we hooked up a few times, but I never fucked her," Jarrod explained. "Hooked up?" Kevin asked. "Don't you know what 'hooked up' means?" Tinker laughed in surprise. "She sucked my cock, we were naked together several times...cunt play...you know..." Jarrod elaborated. "Not really," Kevin smiled, realizing his own sexual experience had some rather gaping holes. "But I have a vivid imagination. Man, a gorgeious young stud like you, fuccckkk, you musta had girls lined up halfway down the pike." "Not really, just my sister." "Ulp..." Kevin nearly swallowed his tongue. "Watch it, Kevin, don't make an ass of yourself," Tinker whispered. "How old might your sister be?" Kevin asked, recovering. "Which one?" the boy asked in return. "The one you...'hooked up' with," Kevin restrained a laugh. "One is sixteen, the other one...we really didn't do much sex stuff...she's ten." Kevin looked away, unsure whether to laugh out loud or try to control himself. "Let me guess, momma found out about your...daliances...and that's why you're here?" "Daddy," Jarrod corrected. "Daddy rich?" Kevin asked. "We breed horses," Jarrod explained. "Among other..." Kevin began, then thought better of it. "My brother is eleven," Jarrod added. "And you didn't bring him along?" Kevin laughed. "Daddy thinks he might be worth salvaging," Jarrod smiled, seemingly enjoying Kevin's unrestrained laughter. "How's Buddy?" Ronon Parker asked as he poked his head around the corner into Doug Bristol's office. "Ronon...please, come in," Doug invited. "You're lucky, first minute I've had to myself all day." "Darin must be pulling his hair out," Ronon smiled. "Who invited the Arousal to come in six hours early?" "The captain really poured on the steam last night trying to out race a frontal system," Doug repeated the prevailing rumor. "We due for some wind and rain?" Ronon questioned. Any kind of bad weather created any number of problems for a place like Ecstasy. Doug shrugged. "Looks okay out there for right now," he observed. "Your son had a rather rough night last night I hear," Ronon shifted back to his original concern. "Oh, he's probably enjoying the hell out of it," Doug rolled his eyes, "it's Derek and I had the rough night." "How's Buddy doin?" "Well, they kept him overnight in the clinic, then moved him to their so-called 'fitness center' this morning for observation and continued treatment," Doug divulged. "So I heard. One of our intern puppies spent the night with him," Ronon recounted. "He still gushing like a virgin oil well?" "He uhhh...you cleared for Pooh Bear?" "Not YOU too!" Ronon snapped. "I beg your pardon?" Doug lifted his eyes from some papers he was shuffling. "Sorry...I...I had a....quite a go at Dr. Warren over there this morning and..." Ronon calmed himself. "I got the same security run-around from him...'do you have Pooh Bear clearance'?" he mimicked. "I take it you don't," Doug guessed. "Not YET," Ronon admitted brusquely. "Come back again when you DO," Doug told him. Ronon had the urge to angrily storm out but restrained himself. "Look, Doug, we're old friends...I love Buddy and Bobby as much as you and Derek. Let's cut through the CRAP and..." "You say you had it out with Dr. Warren?" Doug questioned. "He put one of my pre-pubes on a milking machine...along side your son last night," Ronon recounted. "Now the kid's having erectile disfunction..." Doug looked up in concern, then smiled. "If that's what you're worried about, let me assure you, Buddy is having no problems like THAT." "What concerns me is all this damned fuckin' SECRECY," Ronon complained loud enough to turn heads in the office across the hall. "Close the door." Doug told him. "What?" "Close the damned DOOR," he repeated. Ronon did so. "Thank you," Doug told him evenly. "Now, young man, sit down. You may be the high and mighty 'dean of boys' around here but let me tell you something. You've got a thing or two to learn about interpersonal relationships at the corporate level." Ronon opened his mouth to react. "Don't speak, for once in your life just LISTEN," Doug stopped him cold. "There's a very good reason why you don't have Pooh Bear clearance and you demonstrated it in spades this morning...and right now too, as a matter of fact. You have one of the hottest heads I've ever encountered...and I don't mean that sexually. Maybe I shouldn't say this to a thirteen-year-old boy, but Ronon, GROW UP. You're in a position of some responsibility...quite a great deal of responsibility, in fact. And from what I've seen, you know your job and do it well. But no matter how much you love and want to protect your boys...and mine...there are limits, and this morning, from what Derek tells me, you stepped WAAAAY over them...by a MILE." "Those fuckers over there put one of my boys at risk...more than that, they did him harm...maybe temporary, maybe permanent, I don't know. Whatever the case, don't tell me I stepped over some kind of fuckin' LINE in wanting to see it doesn't happen again," Ronon told him calmly. "You don't know. Fine, let's assume the kid never gets a hardon the rest of his life," Doug continued. "I'll be the first to help him find a lawyer. He can sue the pants off of EcstasyInc...if they had any pants...probably end up with a multi-million dollar settlement. EcstasyInc would throw up their hands in horror at just the thought of the bad publicity." "But..." "Please, Ronon, just listen," Doug interrupted. "You've every right to be concerned, but going off on Dr. Warren, and ESPECIALLY sticking your nose into Pooh Bear is NOT the way to help your boy. I don't care if you are married to Kevin Cox and his silver spoon, it's a good way to get your ass FIRED." "Okay, what would you suggest I do?" Ronon asked calmly. "Stand by and let the quacks over at Cox Pharm abuse my boys... helpless little ten-year old boys...not even able to shoot cum yet?" "No," Doug replied softly. "Try this. Next time you have a problem, tell Darin. You're in a unique, but fragile position here. Lots of responsibility but very little authority beyond your army of horny little boys. However, Darin's your family now, your father-in-law. He's no fighting tiger, to say the least, but he's an ADULT...he's got EcstasyInc firmly in his backpack. And the...'quacks,' as you put it, over at Cox Pharm respect him. He's Kevin Cox's father, remember, and for now at least, wields considerable power...probably more than he knows."