Date: Thu, 14 Feb 2013 16:07:10 -0500 From: John Marshall Subject: EcstasyInc Chapter 34 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 34 Dr. Orlando Marcos was late getting back to his office having made his morning rounds. It was almost eleven. "I'm terribly sorry, gentlemen, I got held up with a Muscular Dystrophy patient." He closed the door as Derek and Doug, dressed in their brand new Maimi attire, both stood, having waited almost a half-hour. "Dr. Marcos, after we talked on the phone, we took your advice and brought with us an attorney," Derek told him. "This is Marcos Gonzales. I hope the names don't get mixed up," he smiled as the doctor and lawyer shook hands. "Just Mark is fine, only my mother still calls me Marcos," the forty-something attorney greeted the doctor. "Derek here tells me we're about to go toe to toe with Cox International," Mark said as they all sat down opposite the doctor's desk. "Mark is kind of an old hand at this, he represented a friend of mine several years ago against Cox," Derek explained. Darin Romeo had recommended him to Doug and Derek. "I see...well, for what it's worth, the legal end of this is somewhat outside my baliwick, but I thought it would save time if we were all starting out on the same page here as we go over the tests on Buddy we've been conducting the past four days." Dr. Marcos began. "I must say, your son is quite the...what's the word I want here...charismatic young man, I've kind of gotten to know and love him the last few days. Stella, my assistant is not quite so fond of him, however. "Oh?" Doug reacted in surprise. "What'd he do NOW?" Derek laughed, "I thought EVERYONE fell in love with Buddy." "When we're done here, I'll give you HER take on the boy," Dr. Marcos laughed. "Suffice to say neither of us noticed in the Cox report his...frequent...uhhh...specimen donations?" "Ohhhh, no," Derek laughed, already visualizing the scene. "Okay...now...we went back over all the tests Cox did with our own, and a few more just for good measure. For the most part, sad to say, we simply confirmed what Cox found," the Dr. intoned professionally. Doug slumped noticeably in his chair. "For the most part?" Derek, on the other hand, perked up. "If we want too play 'good news, bad news'," Dr. Marcos went on, "the bad news, is that Buddy is now and will always be sterile. The T-40 really creamed him in that regard. That's why I suggested a lawyer, right there you've got a...I wouldn't want to put a price on it, but...a lawsuit in the million-dollar range." "At least," Mark Gonzales confirmed. "I assume Derek filled you in on the so-called 'tests' Cox has been conducting?" Dr. Marcos paused in his report. "For the most part, though I'm still a little fuzzy on precisely what this 'T-40' is." Mark acknowledged. "Well, quite frankly, so are we," Dr. Marcos went on. "We know it's a testosterone derivative but that's like saying cream is a derivative of milk. Actually though, that's not a bad analogy. From what we can tell in analyzing Buddy's...fluids...it would appear that T-40 is a highly concentrated form of testosterone...industrial strength, you might say, used in the manufacturing process for a number of Cox's sexual stimulant products--Duralon for instance. Buddy appears to have gotten up to TEN TIMES the recommended dosage for a testosterone deficient adult male. Of course, T-40 would never be used for theraputic purposes. Exposing a prepubescent boy of eleven to ANY amount of testosterone would be a clear case of malpractice. But T-40...even applied topically...a young boy of eleven...that borders on the...criminal." "Way OVER the border I'd say," Mark Gonzales, gave his legal opinion. "What about the other boys in the experiment?" "Darin told me on the phone last night they forced the shutdown of the project." Derek reported. "They called it Project Pooh Bear Tea. Get it, pu-ber-ty?" "Did you say...FORCED the shutdown," Dr. Marcos remarked in surprise. "After all this...all this data on Buddy they were still going to go ahead?" "Listen, doc, ya gotta know Cox..." the lawyer explained. "Actually, I'm a little surprised they managed to do so. Cox Pharm doesn't usually take something like this lying down." The doctor simply shook his head in dismay. "Okay...the good news. We found no indication of malignancy nor much of a liklihood of testicular cancer. The T-40 seems to have not only made Buddy sterile but killed off any nascent cancer cells as well. Who knows? If you don't mind the side-effects, Cox may have stumbled upon a cancer cure." "WOW...that's great...great news doc," Doug suddenly brightened. "You own stock in Cox Pharm, I take it," the doctor joked. "Hmph...yeah sure," Doug sneered, his joy having nothing to do with his Cox International stock options. "Well...don't get too excited," the doctor continued. "While we can probably rule out testicular cancer, there's every liklihood Buddy will develop PROSTATE cancer..." "WHAT?" Doug suddenly cried. "Let me finish," the doctor raised his palm to calm the frightened father. "Let me repeat, there's every liklihood Buddy will develop prostate cancer...sometime during his lifetime." "Meaning?" Derek asked soberly. "Well, usually sometime after fifty for most men," the doctor went on hopefully. "However...Bobby is not most...well... I should say he will NOT be what we'd call typical." He pulled out some MRI stills from a folder. "Quite frankly, Buddy's entire reproductive system...is an unholy MESS. You see, the prostate and the testicles, obviously, are two very different glands. The T-40 simply burned out his testicles--chemical castration--if you want to be blunt. However, the drug served to STIMULATED the prostate...as evidenced by his excessive watery discharge. Though quite the inconvenience...one which will probably continue at it's current reduced rate...indefinitely. However, this fluid discharge may actually have SAVED his life. It's already cleared something on the order of 60% of the T-40 from his body. The next few years will probably see his T-40 numbers continue to recede, though nothing like what we've seen since Dr. Warren stripped off the patch. Still, the drug has also greatly weakened his prostate, making it now especially prone to cancer. Of course, the problem is that fortunately, something like this...this extreme exposure to a highly concentrated form of testosterone...has never happened before, at least not in a boy so young. So, we have virtually no WAY of knowing it's cancer-causing effects, except to guess their presence." "Ouch," Mark grimaced. "Problem?" Derek asked. "Ohhh...no...for Buddy...that's great," Mark forced a smile. "For ME...not so much." "Judges don't like uncertainties, right?' Doug guessed. "Look, I want to see the bastards at Cox Pharm FRY for this," Dr. Marcos declared almost viciously. "Hell, I wouldn't mind seeiing the whole fuckin' COMPANY bite the dust. Their Duralon shit is fuckin' DANGEROUS. Worse, I hear they're working on a JUVENILE dosage! I'm very willing...no EAGER...to testify, make a deposition, whatever. I'm not gonna lie about the cancer risks, but that wouldn't keep me from being...shall we say...overly pessimistic, if you get my drift." "Well, first of all, I doubt you'll have to do any testifying," Mark suggested. "Hell, we don't even know what COURT to go to...what jurisdiction. Cox is going to claim everything took place in their sweet little 'Land of Ecstasy,' which Derek tells me doesn't even HAVE a judicial system...not that we'd want to have anything to do with it if they did. And my guess is the Bahamians wouldn't touch this with a ten-foot limbo pole. So that just leaves the U.S. courts, which might just decide this is one hot potato they want nothing to do with." "Fucccckkk... That bad, huh?" Doug sighed. Mark's opinion was having little positive effect on his already depressed mood. "Well, it's not all bad," Mark continued. "I will arrange a stenographer, I'll take a deposition from the doctor here this afternoon, if he can give me an hour or two..." "Three be okay?" Dr. Marcos asked. "Fine, that'll let me get Mabel or Molly in from the office to take it all down," Mark agreed. "I don't usually discuss strategy with anyone but clients, but in this case..." "P.R., right?" Derek guessed. "I've dealt with Cox before," Mark continued. "They're vicious. Their legal department is deep and wide with virtually unlimited resources and the ethical restraints of Al Capone. However, their public relations, no offense to you personally, Derek, but...their public relations suck...I mean...REALLY suck. I don't have to tell you, Derek...or even outsiders like Dr. Marcos, Cox International has maybe the WORST corporate image of any company on earth, including Exxon, BP, Shell... Hell, Al Quida could give them pointers in that department." Derek had to laugh, nodding sadly in ironic agreement. "Fortunately, from our point of view, they're also acutely aware of their image problems and are spending MILIONS..." "Billions," Derek corrected him, based upon inside knowledge. "Whatever...in trying to improve that image," Mark continued. "This Project Pooh Bear Tea has all the hallmarks of a public relations FIASCO..." "Make that CATASTROPHE," Derek once more added his point of view. "Darin told me Dr. Duncan has already...left the building." "As well he should," Mark grunted. "Doug tells me EcstasyInc is on the verge of spending a billion or two expanding they're land mass with several nude, sexually permissive real estate developments in the works on nearby islands. If word of the Pooh Bears gets out...that could...no...WOULD all go up in smoke. Tell me if I'm going to far. Am I right?" "Concievably," Doug nodded, "though Derek is the P.R. expert, he could say better than I could." "I'd say...not convievably but DEFINITELY," Derek gave his expert opinion. "In fact I'm pretty much in the mood to light the match myself. The Blade would LOVE a story like this." "You do and I'll walk outta here this instant," Mark told Derek sharply. "You and your matches are one of the few things we've got going for us, one of the few thing Cox will respect. Just the threat... ACTING as vicious as they are is pretty much our only hope." "You're going to take on Cox with nothing more than a...a BLUFF?" Doug asked in dismay. "Oh, we'll go in armed with a thick, multi-million-dollar malpractice suit, but we and they will BOTH know we're bluffing on that front," Mark strategized. "Hell, without a jurisdiction...even if a U.S. court DIDN'T laugh their fool heads off, it'd still be a long shot. No, what's really going to give Jim Loin some sleepless nights is Derek Chandler, the Gay Blade, the New York Times, the Miami Herald, the Washington Post, NBC, CNN...hell, even FOX! They'd eat this shit up! --------- "I hope you know I'm as nervous as the tin on a hot cat house roof," Derek deliberately mangled the trite expression as he and Mark Gonzales rode the elevator up to the 43rd floor of the Cox International building in Nassau some two weeks later. "I was hoping to stay in Miami and babyset the kids, but Doug seems to think the less he has to do with all this the more likely he'll be able to salvage his business dealings with Cox." "I can't believe he still WANTS any business with Cox but..." Mark sighed, rolling his eyes. "How's your masturbating young son doing?" "Ohhh, since he got out of Siani, he's been prety much his old self, though his...non-seminal prostatic discharges...he still finds something of a nuisance. However, he says they've been somewhat less the last couple weeks since he got out of the hospital," Derek reported. "Did you folks find an appartment?" Mark asked as the elevator neared the top. "Doug bought a two-bedroom condo in a high-rise." Derek went on. "The kids love it...especially the part involving all three of them sleeping in the same king-size bed." "You think it's healthy, they're having an orgy every night?" Mark questioned, the Bristol family's sexual permissiveness somewhat hard to take for a former Catholic altarboy. "Every NIGHT? Try every night and all day LONG," Derek laughed, only slightly exaggerating. "Healthy? Probably not but...the kids are used to it now and...who knows, they're HIS horny little fuckers, I'll let Doug worry about that. "Just remember, let ME do most of the talking," Mark warned as they stepped from the elevator onto thick, plush, burgundy carpeting in the hallway. "Don't worry, I know a little about the P.R. end but..." Derek nodded as they approached the receptionist. A few minutes later, one of the Cox legal eagles ushered them into a sizable conference room with floor-to-ceiling glass presenting an astounding view of Nassau from the city's tallest building. "Mr. Chandler...Derek...nice to see you again," Jim Loin rose from his huge swivel chair and extended his hand across the table. Derek, out of shear cussedness, ignored the gesture, not even returning the greeting, but simply sat down opposite the man, who seemed somewhat pissed as well as dismayed at his rejected show of goodwill. As Mark had advised earlier, he was being "vicious." Mark, for his part, opened his sizable briefcase and withdrew an inch-thick sheaf of papers. "My name is Marcos Gonzales, I'll be representing the Bristol family in this matter." He wordlessly slid the packet across the table. Jim Loin just as wordlessly scanned the document for a couple minutes then passed it to one of the Cox lawyers beside him. "How's your...step...son doing?" he once more made an attempt at conversation with his employee. Derek's employment agreement with EcstasyInc was so ironclad, firing him was deemed more trouble than it was worth. "He's recovering," Derek replied tersely, resisting his natural inclination to go into more detail. "Gentlemen, if you haven't gotten down to the numbers, we're demanding $200 million in compensatory damages and $500 million in punitive damages," Mark asserted. "Here's the lab reports from your own people at Cox Pharm and a second opinion from Mount Sinai in Miami. And here's a deposition from Dr. Orlando Marcos, the attending physician at Sinai. He'll be available at your convenience for your people to depose." There was silence for several long minutes as Jim Loin and about three of the Cox attorney's peered over one another attempting to read the documents. There were a few whispered words before everyone returned to their seats. Jim Loin was about to speak when Mark pre-empted his words. "I know, those numbers sound outrageous, but what this comes down to is...pardon my bluntness..,what it comes down to is trying to place a monetary value on a little eleven-year-old's...BALLS. Even your people at Cox Pharm have said little Buddy Bristol is sterile. Your T-40 took care of that. He'll never be able to father children, or, from what we can tell now, even have anything approaching a normal sex life. You might say we're assigning a price of a hundred million per testicle. The doctors say CANCER is quite likely too. As for the punitive damages, there's not a doctor, not a medical authority of any kind in the world who would say what you did to Buddy...what you were doing to the entire Pooh Bear group was in any way ETHICAL, not to mention anything less than a classic case of medical malpractice in the first degree." "None of the other boys have suffered any ill effects whatsoever," one of the lawyers intoned solemnly. "WOW, aren't you LUCKY?" Mark sneered. "I see you're going to attempt to file your case in the U.S.--Florida," Jim Loin noted. Mark nodded. Jim Loin suddenly grabbed the lawsuit papers and angrily hurled them across the room into a trash can, scoring a perfect three-pointer. "Now, maybe we can get down to business. We both know your fuckin' LAWSUIT is just for show. Makes a good basketball, though. I've been practiciing that shot for a week now." All the Cox people laughed heartily. Derek resisted the urge to join them. Mark resisted the urge to get up and march out of the room, if for no other reason than to cool off. Derek opened his own briefcase and withdrew five pages, single-spaced, stapled together. He shoved them across the table to Jim Loin. "I don't think THIS will go in the wastecan." "What's this?" Jim Loin reacted in surprise, thinking he now had the upper hand. "I'm a newspaper reporter. It's a story I've sent to the Gay Blade with instructions to run with it unless I tell them otherwise within the next twenty-four hours." "What?!, Jim Loin cried as he read the headline. "Cox Pharmaceuticals Makes 11-year-old Boy Sterile." "Don't worry, I sent it in a sealed envelope, no one has read it," Derek went on. "Not even me," Mark added. "But gentlemen, I suggest YOU read it...carefully. Now, if you'll excuse us, where's your nearest restroom? I need to take a good healthy SHIT." Jim Loin nodded to one of his two-hundred-an-hour flunkies who led Mark and Derek outside where he pointed the way, while the rest poured over what Derek had written. A half-hour later, they were called back into the conference room. "This is blackmail, you know?" Jim Loin eyed them carefully as they sat back down. "I prefer to think of it as my journalistic lawsuit," Derek offered his slant. "Only in this case, there'll be no question as to which 'court' MY lawsuit will be filed in." "The Supreme Court of Public Opinion," Mark added, lest Derek's meaning be lost. "We need more than 24 hours," the Cox CEO demanded. "Give us a week." "Gee, a bunch of slow readers?" Derek joked scornfully. "Forty-eight hours," Mark bargained. "That'll still give the Blade time to make the weekend edition." "My guess is that every news outlet in the country...no, on the whole PLANET...will pick up on this," Derek contributed his expert opinion. "By Monday, you'll have choppers circling overhead here 24-7, no phone service except to the press and media, more choppers LANDING on Ecstasy and all your other little islands, taking pictures, interviewing boys, talking to some very naked and red-faced guests. You'll be GIVING AWAY Cox Pharm stock by the end of the week, and the rest of the Pooh Bear parents will be smelling VERY rich blood. Oh, and I'm very much looking forward to selling the movie rights to my new book. I'm thinking of calling it 'The Naked Pooh Bears Visit the Cox Pharm'. I know, it's a little long, but I'm working on it." "And if I know anything at all about the financial markets," Mark continued, Cox Internationl stock will dive to it's lowest level since 'O9. Our lawsuit, which you found so amusing, will seem like PEANUTS." The Cox legal team looked at one another silently. Jim Loin's tan faded noticeably. "Forty-eight hours," he agreed sharply, standing, signaling that their meeting had come to an end.