Date: Fri, 30 Nov 2012 20:22:52 -0500 From: John Marshall Subject: EcstasyInc Chapter 8 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 8 Steve Mathis was impressed by what he saw from the air in the brief seconds as they made their approach to the Ecstasy Island heliport. The pilot had his choice of five landing pads, each separately illuminated with a giant reflective "H" in the middle. With the moderate to severe turbulence he wisely chose the center spot and even at that was sweating bullets as he somewhat roughly plopped the chopper down several feet off-center of the landing pad, and hard enough to startled the boys awake in the back. "We crash?" Andre cried in alarm as he was jolted out of a deep sleep. "No, we just bounced a little," Steve reassured them as the boys unbuckled. "What are they doing?" Alexandro wanted to know as outside, three naked teen boys quickly worked to secure the chopper to the deck lest it be toppled over in the wind. "Just makin' sure we don't blow away," Steve laughed. "They're naked," Andre noticed. "Is this where we take off all of our clothes?" "Either here or down below in the reception area," the pilot told them, "although here, you won't get them wet. Being naked, especially in soup like this, has its advantages." "Are you being naked?" Alesandro wanted to know. "Nope, not me, I'm outta here soon as you get the fuck overboard and I get a new dose of fuel." "You're going back up in THIS weather...this time of night?" Steve gaped at him in disbelief as one of the ground crew opened the door and the winds of Ecstasy flooded in. "Hey, it's either now or two or three days from now, this shit's supposed to get WORSE!" the pilot told him. "But...flying alone...?" Steve cried against the fury of the wind whistling in as the boys climbed out into it. "Hey, you wanna go along back, I'd welcome the company," the pilot suggested hopefully. "Not for a billion bucks," Steve laughed. "Besides, I got two horny little Brazil nuts to chaperone for a few days till they get their heads on straight. Good luck." "Me? Hey, around here...YOU'RE the one going to need good luck," the pilot insisted as the two shook hands. "Now go get naked and have fun with your...Brazil nuts...hah...looks like one of'em is about to get blowed away." Steve couldn't help laughing. Andre was having to have help from one of the ground crew boys just to stay on his feet as they worked their way to the steps leading down to the heliport terminal on the level below. Taking a deep breath, Steve plunged out through the door into the elements, instantly wishing he'd stripped naked BEFORE doing so as he quickly became drenched to the skin in the blowing rain. Twenty-mile-an-hour winds seemed to him to be a quite conservative estimate. He found himself walking sideways just to remain upright. Once he made it to the foot of the steps, he had to struggle mightily just to get the glass door open against the force of the wind even in the relative shelter of the stairwell. "Welcome to Ecstasy," one of the nude young teens from above hugged him, helping him out of his wet clothes as a few feet away, two very naked little Brazilian waifs shivered in the cold. "Looks like we're in for a little dampness the next day or two," he joked. "I guess nudity has its advantages," Steve laughed as he stripped off the last of his sodden apparel. "We made it, boys...I'm not sure HOW we made it, but we made it." "I wanna go back," Alesandro suddenly started crying as Steve hugged the little boy to his naked chest. "You lied, it's cold and wet and ugly here." Steve looked all about him in dismay. The boy had a point. The terminal was, at best, coolish, the air-conditioning apparently being used to reduce the humidity; and "cold" pretty well described the look of the place as well as the temperature. "This way...reception is through those doors," one of the ground crew boys gently directed them. "He's so...young," the boy noticed in sympathy as much as surprise. "Ahhh....we have a little homesickness already," Ronon Parker greeted them once they were in the considerably more hospitable main lobby. He reached out, taking Alesandro in his arms, hugging and kissing the naked little boy, soothing him, "it's going to be alright, we all love you here. I know it's nasty out there and cold and scarey but you're safe now, we're gonna take good care of you and...what's your name?" "He speaks very little English. His name is Alesandro," Steve told Ronon softly. "This is Andre." "Ahhhh, yes, the Brazilian contingent," Ronon continued to hug and gently try to comfort the sobbing little boy in his arms. "I was told you'd be the first group to arrive, though it would have been just as well if you'd held off a little." "The weather didn't look bad in Miami but once we got in the air it went downhill pretty fast," Steve told the extremely attractive young teen. "I'm Steve Mathis, Cox Rio," he extended his hand. "Ohhhh...I'm sorry, Ronon Parker, dean of boys here on the island," Ronon belatedly introduced himself. "I'm sorry about bringing you out in this shit...Cox has a couple pilots who are real hotdogs...crazy, stupid thrill seekers putting their own lives in danger and everyone unlucky enough to get in with them, and Cox is only too willing to let them push the envelop if it'll save them a buck or two." "I had roughly the same impression," Steve agreed as the hugged their frightened Brazilian twins. "About the time they loose a million-dollar chopper with a half-dozen rich guests on board..." Ronon continued, "there's gonna be such a publicity stink...someone at EcstasyInc is going to have a LOT of explaining to do...and on top of that, we're seeing more and more people coming by chopper rather than on the ship. You can sign the boys in over their then I've got a nice warm, cozy limo outfront, we'll take you over to Cox Pharm for the night, then tomorrow, if the weather lets up, we'll get you situated in the special place we built for the Pooh Bear Tea boys." "Pooh Bear Tea?" Steve laughed as he passed off Andre to Ronon and took care of paperwork at the reception counter. "Is that what they're calling it?" "Don't ask," Ronon sighed in amusement as he warded off the obvious question before it could be asked. "The boys are being secluded in their own villa with special Cox Pharm mentors. With the storm getting worse, I thought it best not to subject them to...looks like I was right," Ronon once more pulled the boys nakedly to him, as his soothing touch seemed to calm them somewhat. "I think they kind of like you," Steve smiled as he observed his little..."Brazil nuts" clinging to the boy appearing almost their own age and hardly any bigger than they were. "I hate we have to go back out in the weather to get in the car but...well, at least you won't get your clothes wet," Ronon joked, trying to lighten the mood with the boys. It didn't work. "You have nice automobile," Alesandro murmurred softly as Ronon continued to hold him close. "It is warm and dry." "Just for YOU, little guy," Ronon whispered, kissing Alesandro on the forehead. "You're going to like it here on Ecstasy, it's very beautiful, or will be after we sweep up all the sand and pick up all the broken palm branches." "You worried about damage?" Steve asked anxiously as their attractive young teenaged driver slowly eased them off into the storm. Ronon shook his head. "Not really. This place is designed to handle up to a cat three storm or better so...this is hardly more than a gentle breeze...we get little dust-ups like this every few weeks. A day later, ya hardly know anything happened. We have a huge, highly trained, highly overpaid grounds crew that keep all the flowers watered and the palm trees upright." "Too bad YOU had come out on a night like this...and at...three in the morning..." Steve looked at his watch, the only item he was wearing. "Yes, well...Nassau's gonna get a nasty little note in that regard first thing tomorrow morning, let me tell you," Ronon swore. "There was no fuckin' reason on earth they couldn't have put you up in Miami or even Nassau instead of rushing to get you out here in the middle of...THIS." "What about the other boys?" Steve asked. "Other boys?" Ronon questioned. "The rest of Pooh Bear Harvest?" Steve clarified. "You're not supposed to know about that," Ronon told him point blank. "But since Cox leaks like a fuckin' fish net...the Aussies are hold up on the west coast, the limeys are in Nassau, I think, and...oh yes, the Pisans are being wined and dined at the fuckin' Fontainbleau in Miami Beach. Now you see why I'm so pissed about the way they hustled YOU guys around, simply because the boys from Rio happened to be just a couple little street urchins they picked up for a pittance." "Five hundred a month," Steve supplied the numbers. "The boys here earn nearly FIVE TIMES that much," Ronon whispered so the Brazilian boys wouldn't hear, "and you don't wanna KNOW how much the American twins are getting." Steve shook his head in dismay as they passed through a blowing salt spray getting to the outer island and the towering Cox Pharm headquarters. "They don't call them Cox-suckers for nothing," Ronon groused. "You think the lagoon looked rough, look out THERE," Ronon nodded to his left as they could see huge white caps, even at night. "Twelve to twenty foot." "Is good we not come in boat," Andre observed. "I'm not so sure about that," Steve laughed, "I wasn't feeling very good on the way out here, until we landed, anyway." "Well...here we are," Ronon announced as the driver drove the limo down into a basement parking garage, where, under the glare of the bluish flourescent lights overhead, their conveyance looked more white with sea salt than its previous hot pink. "Is like cave," Alesandro gaped about at what was, indeed, a cavernous enclosure. "Is good, it not raining here...no wind." "Right," Ronon smiled induligently at Steve as they got out, "not exactly cozy but far better than topside." "This the Cox Pharm secret lab I hear so much about?" Steve gaped about. "Over there and up one level," Ronon pointed as he directed them a few steps to the right to an elevator. "I'm putting you up in the Cox Pharm presidential...well, like the young man said, I guess you'd call it a 'cave'," Ronon told them as he pressed the "down" button. "We sleep cave?" Alesandro asked in surprise. "So to speak," Ronon smiled, "I think you'll get a kick out of it," he added as the doors slid shut. "This is the big man's private elevator; Dr. Ron Duncan, you'll meet him later, maybe tomorrow. It runs up to the...back bedroom...for when he works late or is entertaining one of his...co-workers," Ronon winked at Steve. "He is gay?" Andre guessed as Ronon eyed the boy suspiciously. "They may not speak much English but be careful what you say, they understand more than they let on," Steve cautioned. "And VERY street smart." "Yes, Andre, he's gay," Ronon admitted, "but not to worry, you'll only be here a night or two until this nasty weather blows through. "Whoa...impressive," Steve gasped as the four of them stepped from the elevator into the "cave." "A SWIMMING lake!" Andre cried in surprise and amazement. "A small one...spa over there, exercize equipment, and of course the obligatory double beds..." Ronon gestured around the large, secret 'man cave.' "TWO of them." "Quite the...romper room," Steve laughed. "Technically, it's listed on the floorplan as the executive gym but..." Ronon laughed. "Even the dunderheads at Cox Nassau can read between the lines. KERSPLASH! "That didn't take long," Ronon laughed. KERSPLASH! "Like you said, nudity has its advantages," Steve laughed. "Uhhhh...you going to be...maybe staying and...spending the night with us?" Steve asked hopefully. "It's...dreadfully nasty outside." "What about the boys?" Ronon asked, eyeing them as they played like sleek little dolphins in the water. "Well, they're no virgins, if that's what you're asking," Steve replied softly. "Gay?" Ronon questioned. Steve shrugged, "hard to say at their age...Andre, maybe. Alesandro...not so much. They know what their cocks are for, though, and they're not shy about using them." Ronon smiled, "sure, why not, might be fun. I've never played around with such little tykes...how old are they again?" "Eleven...or almost eleven anyway," Steve sighed. "You wouldn't believe the trouble I went through getting them birth certificates for their passports. I think, if I recalled, I ended up guessing at their age and date of birth." "No hospital records?" Ronon asked in surprise. "No hospital," Steve recounted, laughing. "Born in a cardboard box." "You're kidding?" Ronon gasped. "Okay, maybe it was wooden, but..." Steve shook his head sadly. "Incredible poverty." "You like a drink?" Ronon led his guest to the bar. "Got anything to eat?" Steve asked. "I'm sure the boys are probably starved." "They certainly look that way," Ronon smiled. "Usually we worry about the boys here getting FAT but..." he looked at his watch. "Too early for breakfast...there's usually chips or nuts or...hmmm caviar?" "Just don't tell them what it is or where it comes from," Steve laughed. "Not much of a breakfast...nor very nutritious...no milk...cereal," Ronon searched about in a tiny refrigerator under the bar. "Ahhhhh orange juice...for screwdrivers, I presume." "You boys hungry?" Steve called to the twins frolicking in the warm water of the heated pool. They'd apparently forgotten all about being homesick, not hat they had much of a home to be sick for. "That where we sleep?" Andre pointed to the two double beds placed head to head on a low platform situated at one end of the "cave." "Mmmm...yeah, sometimes, people actually DO sleep down here," Ronon joked, taking a nearby towel and seductively drying of the young boy as he gobbled peanuts and potato chips dipped in caviar. Ronon tried not to laugh at such a breakfast menu. "The orange juice needs some vodka," Alesandro suggested. "Quite the gourmet," Steve laughed. "These two know every vice squad member in Rio by their first names and all their kids ages." "Are we going to have sex?" Andre asked as he waundered over and tested the softness of the mattress. "It is soft...very good for sex." "When Cox Pharm gets done with these two, they can go to work for me," Ronon smiled, impressed by the boys' attitude toward sexual activity. "From what I've been able to piece together, they've been sexually active, together at least, for several years, every since their mother died and their dad took off leaving them with their older brother. He's only sixteen." Steve filled Ronon in as to the boys' background. "Tell me, what kind of sex did you have in mind?" Ronon questioned the boys. "I suck your cock?" Alesandro tested his favorite English phrase. "If you'd like," Ronon readily agreed, leading the boy to the bed, sitting down next to him. "What else do you do?" "NAO FUCKING," Alesandro declared his personal sexual limits. "No fucking, I understand," Ronon agreed. "Are you very good at this...cock sucking?" Silently, more comfortable with actions than words, Alesandro simply sank to his knees between Ronon's legs and sucked down on his cock. "I think he's leaving that up to you," Steve smiled at the little boy made love to the thirteen-year-old's highly discerning cock. "You like I suck your cock, too?" Andre tugged Steve's arm as the man watched what he suspected would be the beginning of a long night of naked sexual pleasure with the horny little street kids. Steve turned and kissed the boy. "I thought you'd never ask," he smiled, then led the boy to the same bed where Ronon sat and there, sitting next to the incredibly beautiful young dean of boys, fed Andre his soaring hard cock. "How's he doin?" Steve inquired as to Alesandro's skills with a cock in his mouth. "Well, quite frankly, I've seen better...and felt better," Ronon allowed, "but then, I'm priviliged every day to enjoy the best little-boy cocksuckers in the world so...I'm kind of jaded." "MMMMmmmmm, this one may be young, but he's definitely done this before," Steve told Ronon as he turned and kissed him, as sexually attracted to his host as to the boys servicing their cocks. "They're cute...quite a matched set," Ronon smiled down at the two boys as he and Steve lay back on the bed and teased one another's lips. "In Rio they seem to learn young." "On the streets at least," Steve added. "Their big brother, Mario is quite a hot little hunk himself, probably taught the boys a few things." "Treasure from the trash," Ronon smiled. "Pretty much the story of MY life too," he noted. "You were born in a packing crate?" Steve asked. "Poor, but not THAT poor," Ronon laughed. "I think it was a cargo container," he joked. "How'd a young kid like you...how old are you, twelve, thirteen? How'd a kid like you get to be, what was it, dean of boys in a place like this?" Steve questioned as he and Ronon enjoyed their blowjobs. "Ya gotta know...excuse me...BLOW the right people," Ronon joked. "Sex and a pretty face..." "I also married a rich man's son," Ronon added, a sort of ornery smirk on his face. "You're MARRIED?" Steve cried in surprise. "And to another BOY?" "Ever hear of Colton Cox?" Ronon asked. "Ohhhhhhh fuck, the kid's gettin' better by the second." "Didn't he land in federal prison?" Steve recalled, though he knew few details. "I married his stepson, Kevin," Ronon informed him. "Child bride...err...groom, I guess you'd say, huh?" Steve smiled. "You're extremely pretty, you know that...your sugar daddy allow you to stay out all night and fuck around with naked little boys like this?" "SUGAR DADDY?" Ronon burst out laughing. "Kevin's only eleven...only a little older than these two and...yes, we're very...liberal with regard to our sexual...oahhehhahoooioohhh ohhahha god, kid, that felt good...fucck, no one ever did that move on me before." "Let me get this straight...oops, poor choice of words...you're...how old?" Steve questioned. "Thirteen." "And your...husband is...ELEVEN?" Steve gasped in disbelief. "In the land of ecstasy, there are NO marriage restrictions of any kind," Ronon explained. "I could marry our two-year-old cocker spaniel if I wanted to...we BOTH could. "You could marry your DOG?" "If we had one," Ronon joked. "I was just making a point. For instance, Kevin's father was married to Kevin's mother AND her brother BOTH in the same ceremony, right here on the island...before it was a resort, of course." "Must make for some pretty strange wedding ceremonies," Steve laughed. "HAH! Yeah..." Ronon laughed. "We had one not long ago where, instead of kissing at the end of the ceremony, the newlyweds sixty-nined while the guests gathered around an jacked off all over them." Ronon revealed. "Who performed the ceremony, the ghost of Michael Jackson?" Steve joked. "No, actually, it was Kevin's father, he's the chief magistrate and managing director of Ecstasy Island," Kevin added. "He was also my first blowjob." "Getting or giving," Steve questioned as the blowjob HE was getting was starting to get to him. "Uhh...both, actually," Ronon recalled. "And how old were YOU at the time?" Steve asked. "Ohhhh...uhhh...god, I forget, ten, maybe," Ronon tried to recall. "Which is what I meant when I said I have a lot in common with this lovely little lads." "I'm getting close," Steve whispered. "Shall we give them some extra added protien for breakfast?" Ronon suggested. "I'm ready when YOU are," Steve winked, kissing Ronon's tiny, cute nose. "Let's DOOOOO ITTTTTT....AHGEAIOAEIRHOAHEHHEHAHERHHHHGHHAHEIIIEIAIEIHGHHEAIEIOAOEIEHIIGHH!!" Ronon wailed as his orgasm overtook him, his cock throbbed and pulsated, then spurted a generous helping of boy-cum for his little Brazil nut's dining pleasure. "UUAUEHEGNNGAHHG...UEHGHEHAHEHGHHH...OOHHHHH FUCCCK, KID, OOAHEOAIEOHGOD, YES, YES, AOGHEH YEAH, SUCK THAT FUCKER, BOY, AOGHEAOIEHROIH GOD, YES, YES, YES, GHAHERHHAEHRH FUUUCCCCKKKK...AHGHH, YEAH, I NEEDED THAT...UMGHAEUGHEHHH...THAT TOO...GOEIAHEORIH GOD, THIS LITTLE FUCKER'S GOT ONE HOT SET OF LIPS ON HIM, OHHHHH FUUUUCCCCKKKKK!!!" Steve writhed in agonizing pleasure as his little cocksucking buddy held on for dear life, taking down every last drop. "OHHAEHRIGHOAOEIRHO FUCCCCK, THIS ONE'S GOT A CAREER AHEAD OF HIM...AGOEOIHOERH GOD, SUCK IT, KID, GHOAIEHORHOIHO FUCK YEAH, OHGHEOIAHEORIH YEAH, HOOOOOOO YEAHHHH...BEST TEN-YEAR-OLD COCKSUCKER I'VE EVER KNOWN." Ronon cried out as he shot several more syrupy spurts. "Eleven..." Steve corrected. "What?" Ronon asked dumbly, his mind numb with all but the devastating sexual pleasure Alesandro was giving him. "I told you, I decided they'd be eleven," Steve reminded him. "I thought ten might raise eyebrows, even in Rio where kid-sex is almost as common as it is here." "Come up here, my horny little ELEVEN-year-old, time we had some face time," Ronon drew Alesandro up from his cock into his arms, kissing his sweet little cum-smeared countenance profusely. Observing what he assumed was Ecstasy Island sexual ettiquete, Steve did the same, feeling Andre's rigid young boy-cock pressed hard against his abdomen as the boy started moving instinctively to wrest a little sexual pleasure for himself. He kept right on moving, on up over Steve's muscular heaving chest, taking aim with his spritely six-inch boy-cock at the surprised expression on Steve's lips. "You do me now," he giggled as he plunged in.