Date: Wed, 14 Nov 2012 01:53:08 -0500 From: John Marshall Subject: Ecstasy Inc Prologue 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 PROLOGUE "I'm cold," Jesse Jansen told his twin brother, Jamie, as the two of them cuddled beneath the single quilt covering their rickety iron bed, which occupied nearly half of their attic bedroom in the drafty, two-hundred-year-old farmhouse they called home on the outskirts of East Hampshire, England. "Isn't there another cover?" Jamie shivered, clinging to his nine-year-old brother, wishing he'd donned pajamas over his skivvies. "Papa is using it on his bed downstairs," Jesse sighed softly. "Go to sleep, I'll keep you warm." "It's barely September, it should't be this cold this early," Jamie complained. "Papa says it'll be warm where we're going," Jesse promised his slender, nearly naked brother. "I wish we didn't have to go," Jamie tried not to sob. "The constable will come and upend us into the street if we don't," Jesse told his brother what they both already knew all too well. "But papa found work at the greenhouse," Jamie countered, knowing full well the meager 40 pounds a week their father was earning would barely keep him in food, much less pay the mortgage. "Papa needs the money," Jesse whispered back, sleep assaulting his consciousness. "It must be a LOT," Jamie pondered. Their father would not tell them how much the drug company would pay. "Papa says we'll be using computers to get our lessons," Jesse said hopefully. He'd seldom used a computer before, even in school. "Momma was good at computating," Jamie recalled. "She aches inside me," Jesse's soft, sweet, little-boy voice whimpered. "She's happier now," Jamie promised his trembling second self. "How can she be happy without us?" Jesse whispered back, clinging still more tightly to his twin. "She just IS...Papa says so," Jamie insisted. If papa said so, it had to be so. "I'm not happier," Jesse wept. "Go to sleep. Dream about momma. That'll make you happy." "I'm cold," Jesse reminded his brother once again. "Me too." "Hold me tight," Jesse begged. "Don't cry," "Tighter," Jesse sobbed. "Go to sleep, it's getting late," Jamie whispered, "the man will be here at seven in the morning." ----------------------- Loren Wells scanned the long curve of the pinkish beach looking for his brother. The sun was about to come up. It was just after seven. Over his skinny arm he carried a blanket. In his hands, a bag of pretzels and a Thermos of hot Earl Grey--breakfast. Clinging to his slender hips was a thin, yellow band of togs. The shorline of the northern Australian beach was deserted. September was too early for tourists in , even for the Axelrod locals to be out. He stumbled on through the cool, damp sand, moving ever closer to the surf as the beach narrowed toward the sizable pile of boulders marking its eastern end. Lonnie Wells wasn't hiding, from his twin brother or anyone else, he was just doing a nuddy, enjoying his privacy and his four-inch doodle. "You left before breakfast, mate" Loren said as he spotted the slender naked boy-body of his brother atop one of the smaller boulders, stroking his donger. "You bring me a cut lunch?" Lonnie asked, his hand continuing to pleasure his cock. "Uncle Elwood says you can go blind doin' that," Loren reminded his brother as he climbed up on the flat black rock beside him. "I'll get spectacles," Lonnie told him. "You do that every time you crack a fat, you'll be quite nearsighted by the time you start shootin' your goo," Loren advised. "Where's your cozzie?" "Under my arse, this hunk is fucking rough," Lonnie complained. "You're becoming a real root rat, you know that?" Loren joked as he watched his brother masturbate his hard little cocklet. "I don't see what the point is in torturing yourself like that." "You ever try it?" "Of course. All boys do," Loren claimed, though in fact, he was far from a donger monger. "I mean...it...it feels okay...kinda nice but...doesn't really pop my cork." "Try harder," Lonnie advised, as indeed, he did just that. "Aren't you hungry, mate?" "If I stop, I gotta start all over again from the beginning," Lonnie explained as he spit into his hand and returned it to his swollen boy-cock. "Looks like more trouble than it's worth," Loren watched intently as he munched a pretzel and took a swig of tea from the Thermos. "It relaxes me, makes me feel...mmmmmm...exemplary." Lonnie claimed as he gave his fattened doodle several more mild spasms of pleasure. "You don't look relaxed," Loren observed. "You seem pretty tense, in fact." "It's like an itch...the more you scratch, the better if feels," Lonnie claimed. "Get Nuddy and try it." "Maybe we better get you to a doctor," Loren worried. "Maybe they got a pill for that." "They DO. It's called Duralon, makes ya crack a fat all the time," Lonnie told his brother what he'd overheard the older boys at school talkiing about. "I'm too young for sex," Loren told his brother. "You keep doin' that you'll turn faggy." "Right, shortly after I go blind," Lonnie wanked harder. "Mmmmmmm...feels good." "What's it feel like?" Loren inquired, having never got past a mildly pleasurable warmth in his loins. "Like I'm all coiled up inside like a spring ready to go...SPRAAAANNNANGGGGGGGG!!" Lonnie startled his brother. "Ten and a half is too young to go SPRAAAANNNNNAGGGHHHHH!" Loren imitated. "You'll break something inside ya and won't be able to sire we'ons." "I guess if I'm a blind fag that won't be much of a consideration, will it?" Lonnie reasoned. "Ohhhahhhahh fuckkkk feels goooooood!" "I always get scared and stop when it starts feelin' good," Loren confessed though, like his brother he was now cracking fat inside his tiny yellow togs. "HHOOOoooooooOoooooo fuccccckkkkkkkk....!" Lonnie cried in growing sexual anguish. "You don't have to be OBSCENE about it," Loren objected as he saw his brother starting to writhe in what appeared to be a kind of sexual anguish. "Ohhahhahhahhhahhahhhh yesss...yesss...yes I do....ghoaiehooreiaho god, feels obscene, feels good, feels better and better, feels better and better and...ohhhahahh god, ohghhahhehr fuck, just when I think it can't possibly feel any better, it DOES...ghaoeiroiho better...agheoiaheoiho, god, I...I can hardly stand it, the feeling...the feeling...ah...ahhh....ahhhhhhh...AHHHHHHHHH... AGOEAOEIRHOIEHHAGHH EIIAIERHOIGHOEH...UNANNANNGGHHHHH...IEIGHHHAEHRHEHHGHH...AHHAHHAHHA FUCCCK...FUCCCKKK...FUCCCK!!!" "You okay? You gonna be alright...you're not bucket kicking are you?" Loren became alarmed as he watched his twin brother start acting really, really strange...beyond strange, insanely crazy. If this was what happened when you abused your penis like Lonnie was, Loren swore he'd never try it again. "Oaohahehhaheh god, Loren, it...felt good...feels good...still feels good...I never felt more alive in my life. Lonnie swore. "Fuck, mate, you scared the living shit out of me." "I just had an orgasm," Lonnie said as he struggled to pull his wits together. "I told you if you kept doin' that you'd break something inside you," Loren reminded his brother. "I didn't break something, mate," Lonnie insisted. "Ohhhh god, Loren you gotta try it...don't stop, don't get scared, it's the best feeling in the world, feels better'n anything you ever felt before...ever...." "NO fuckin' way," Loren insisted. "I'm feelin' faggy just watching." "Give me some of that," Lonnie grabbed the Thermos. Suddenly he was quite thirsty. He wolfed down a handful of pretzels as well. Masturbating made him hungry. "You should wash your hands before eating, especially after....doing...THAT to yourself," Loren insisted. "Slip your togs down, I know you're aleady erect, I'll even do it to you for you," Lonnie offered. "Does it hurt when...when you get one of them orgasm things?" "Shit no...well...not...hurt, really...feels good...feels SO good it's almost painful, you know, but..." Lonnie struggled to explain what he'd just enjoyed. "NO, I don't know but...okay...show me," Loren slipped down his togs to expose his rampantly hard boycock to his brother's hungry eyes. He'd been naked with Loren before...lots of times, but he'd never seen his brother fully erect. His brother's aroused member was even bigger than his own...not much...a fraction of an inch but... "Hang on," Lonnie advised as he gripped his twin brothers slender, circumcized cock, it's a little like riding a really big wave. "Don't ya gotta spit on it or something?" Loren asked. "Oh...right...little lube always helps," Lonnie acknowledged his brother's forethought. "Do it easy...don't want to get abrasions...down there especially," Loren worried. "Hey, mate, I've done this before," Lonnie objected to his brother's concerns. "Just lie back and let me give you the best feeling you ever felt in your life." "Done this before? This was your first time giving yourself an orgasm, right?" Loren kept his brother honest. "Feelin' good?" "Right? This was your first time, right?" Loren insisted. "And it was fanfuckintastic," Lonnie smiled up at his brother as he expertly stroked Loren's cock, "You're not going to believe how good it feels...how good I can make your donger feel." "I'm not feeling anything," Loren advised. "You're feeling it,you just won't ADMIT it," Lonnie accused. "Okay, maybe a little," Loren allowed. "Okay...maybe a little MORE than a little but...ooooo..." "You like that, mate?" Lonnie smiled, watching intently the look on his brother's sweetly beautiful ten-and-half-year-old face for traces of sexual pleasure. "It's okay," Loren smiled, starting to enjoy being wanked by his nuddy brother. Lonnie stroked his identical twin brother harder and faster, his arm starting to become tired after having done it to himself earlier. "It's like doing it to myself again." "Maybe we should do it to each other," Loren suggested. His brother's cock was starting to crack a fat again. "Be my guest," Lonnie slid over next to his nuddy twin. "You ARE a root rat," Loren accused, even as he gently touched his brother's stiff little cocklet for the first time in their lives. "Do it...stroke my doodle, make it feel good," Lonnie urged. "Like this?" "I guess, if that's the best you can do," Lonnie sighed. "Hold on more firmly, mate, up close to the helmet. "You're really stiff. "You too," Lonnie smiled. Never before in his life had he felt so intimate with his twin. "I want you to feel the feeling...feel what I felt. "I'm feeling it, I guess," Loren admitted as he noticed a dull, pleasurable ache growing deep within his thin, naked loins. This is where he'd always stopped, afraid of what the feeling might lead to. "Feels good, don't it?" Lonnie smiled. "You're making my donger feel nice too." "Yeah...feels...funny...strange...sexy..." Loren struggled to put words to the growing sensations he was starting to encounter. "Do it to me faster," Lonnie pleaded, starting to writhe somewhat in Loren's grip. "My bloody arm's getting bushed," Loren complained. "HARDER, faster...please...ohhh fuck..." Lonnie gasped as he felt the stirrings of his second orgasm growing more pronounced. "Ohhhh fuccckkkk...it DOES feel good," Loren gasped as his tender, slender, little boy-body began to ache and quiver from the pleasurable sensations his brother was giving him through his cock. "Feeling ii? Feeling it stronger and stronger?" Lonnie increased the speed and firmness of his hand on Loren's cock. "Yessssssss...ohhhh yesss...yessss...fuck yesssssss..." Loren gasped, heaving and thrusting his tiny hips up from the rock, instinctively moving with a fucking motion. "Gettin' you there, mate?" "OHHHHhhhhhhhh god, ohhhhh god, ohhhhhh fuckin', it...it feels...AHHHAEHRHHHAEH...AHEGEIAERHHHGBH AHGEAOEIRHHGHAHEHRHH...OEIGVHEOAREIAIEIHGHAHHGHHH!!" Loren cried out as the naked sexual and sensual pleasure suddenly burst upon him, overwhelming his with aching, ecsatic bliss. "Keep doin' it...keep doin' it to me, don't stop, don't fuckin' stop, I'm gonna...gonna... AIIEIAEREGHHHH...UNGGGHHHHH...UMMMAGHHHHHH...AOOGHEAERIIGHHAHHHAHHHAHHHhhhhhhh," Lonnie grunted as Loren gave him his second orgasm of the morning. "OHHAHHGHEH GOD, LOREN, YOU'RE DOIN' IT TO ME, OHHHH YEAHHHH...YEAHHHH...FUCK YEAHHHH...OHHEHAHEHH GOD, FEELS GOOD, FEELS GOOD, DON'T IT MATE, FEELS SO GOOD FEELS LIKE YOU'RE DYIN' AGHEHAHEHHAHH YEAH, YEAH, YEAHHHHHHhhhhhh..." "OHHAHHAH YEAH, YEAH, FUCK YEAH, BETTER THAN ANYTHING, BETTER THAN ANYTHING I EVER FELT...EVER FELT IN MY LIFE...REALLY...REALLY...AHGHEHAHEHRHHEIIAIGHHEHHHHhhhhhhh..." Loren cried out, joining with his brother in orgasmic pleasure so intense neither of them noticed they were no longer alone in their moment of sexual intimacy. "Sweet..." "MUM!" Loren cried out first, joined a half-second later by his brother's shrill cry of preadolescent horror. "Looks like my sweet little boys aren't quite so sweet or so little as they once were," their mother commented as she sat down next to them on their pleasure stone. "MUM, what you doin' here?" Lonnie gasped. "I followed your tracks down the beach," their mother, Margaret Wells, said, holding up a small basket of hard boiled eggs. "I thought you might want a proper breakfast...what's this, PRETZELS forgodsikes." Both boys began struggling to cover themselves. "Oh, hells bells, boys, don't bother...I'm your mother, remember. I've seen you nuddy...see your doodles...not quite so stiff as now but..." "You don't mind we were...playing with them?" Loren asked in surprise. "Mind...of course not...you're boys...they're your favorite toys, right?" their mother laughed, enjoying the boys' obvious discomfort being naked in her presence. It was the first time she'd seen them naked in two or three years. They'd grown a bit. Moreover, in the absence of their walkabout father, it seemed a good time to have "the talk." "I figgered you'd be off your nut, seein' us...you know...doin' stuff to each other," Lonnie reasoned. "Nope," Margaret Wells shook her head. "This your first time?" Both boys nodded silently. "It's called sex...and you don't have to be ashamed or...scared...scared of me or anyone else," she told them. "You done good comin' away out here like this...private like...boys should always masturbate in private...you know." "You gonna tell us about babies and stuff?" Loren asked, sensing his mother's mood. "Should I? You two know all about babies and penises and vaginas and intercourse and orgasms and all that?" She asked. Both boys nodded vigorously. Their mother nodded too, in satisfaction, mixed with relief she would not feel obligated to go into details. "Good, now I got something else to tell you." "Bout the birdies and bees?" Loren laughed in embarrassment. His doodle was getting stiff again. "No...well...sort of, I guess," Margaret began. "I been keeping it as a surprise but I guess now's as good a time as any. I've signed you boys up to be part of a scientific experiment." --------------------- The waiter at Pasquales cleared away the dirty dishes as Elana and Pietro Milano counted out the ten Euros to pay for their dinner repast. Across from them at their table sat their two little boys, Giani and Gino, each just a few days short of their tenth birthdays. Two more beautiful, dark-haired, olive complected ragazzo bambini never walked the streets of Portograzzioso, Italy, located just south of Sorrento. "Can we afford tiramisu?" Giani questioned politely, his dark eyes sparkling like stars in the sky at dusk. "I ate too much," Gino pulled up his shirt and rubbed his tiny brown belly. "We ALL did...no tiramisu, your mother has to watch HER belly," Pietro joked. "It's not quite as thin as yours." "We going to the Cinema Paradiso now? Giani questioned hopefully, doing his best to hide his impatience. "Soon," Elana told him, "but first your father has a surprise for you." "Surprise? What kind of surprise...a trip to the lido?" Gino hoped. "Uhh...well...si...perhaps...I think they have a beach," Pietro smiled as his son had just made his surprise a little easier to explain. "Si, Gino, you will be going to the lido...both of you...soon...leaving tomorrow morning, in fact." "Bambini, we've made arrangements for the two of you to take a little vacanza...a holiday." "Where, where?" Giani cried, clapping happily in surprise. "It is a little island in the Caribbean Sea. It is called Ecstasy Isle." Pietro told them. "By ourselves?" Gino asked, having sensed what his twin brother had not. "That is right," Elana went into more detail for her sons. "You will be taking part in a scientific experiment. The company is paying us a LOT of money for your help." "How much? A hundred euros?" Giani asked. "No, more...maggiormente," Pietro laughed. "Molto...much more," Elana said happily, "and your holiday on the island is FREE!" "A man from the farmaceutico società will come pick you up tomorrow morning and take you to Roma to the aeroporto. You will get on a very big aero..." "A jet..." Elana put in. "A BIG jet. It will fly you to America...to city called Miami," Pietro promised. "Then you will get on...how you say... elicottero... "Helicopter..." his wife prompted her husbands rudimentary English. "Heelicopterro...grazie...and you will fly to...to this Ecstasy Island." "You like to fly on helicopter?" Elana asked hopefully. "Fare impazzire!" Giani cried in deligh. "Do they speak Italiano?" Gino asked with some misgiving. His schoolboy English was not as good as his brother's. "Signore Palmer speaks very good Italiano," the boys' mother reassured them. "Once you get to island, I not so sure." "You will learn...Signore Palmer is very nice man, he will translate." "Will they have una bibita dolce?" Gino asked hopefully. "Uhhhh...I forgot to ask," Elana admitted. "I forgot how much you liked root beer." --------------------------- "What time will the man come for us?" Andre questioned his older brother, Mario, as they sat on the floor of their hillside cabana overlooking the sprawling city of Rio de Janario. There were no chairs. Their bed consisted of a number of crates upon which a long ago discarded mattress had been added for a very slight degree of comfort. Sitting on the floor was just as well, standing up risked bumping your head unless you were the height of Andre and his twin brother Alesandro. "Early...before breakfast," Mario told him. Over on the bed the three of them shared, Alesandro could be heard snoring softly. "Hah, as if there was anything here to eat," Andre complained. "Marco at the cafe on Por do Sol Rua will have something for you tonight. He owes me a favor." Mario promised his eleven-year-old brother. "What did you do, suck his cock for him?" Andre joked. "Senhor Mathis will feed your skinny little carcass tomorrow before you get on the aviao." Mario continued, ignoring Andre's obscene comment. "If not, they say airline food is muito nutritious. Just be sure to bathe and put on your best clothes before he comes." "I don't want to leave here," Andre complained softly, knowing that doing so was useless. "Look, little brother, I can barely feed myself, much less two horny little meninos. You live and eat like fucking HOGS!" "We could fuck the rich Americanos like you do and feed ourselves," Andre reasoned. "They like pretty little boys like us, and our English is very good. We know how to say 'fuck' and 'suck' and 'you suck my cock?" "NAO! NAO, NAO, NAO, NAO, you want to grow up like ME?" Mario shouted angrily, waking up his other little brother across the single room that made up their tiny hut. "Sixteen and good for nothing but sex. You want that?" "I like sex?" Andre insisted. "I got the cock for it," he proudly exhibited his six-inch erection to prove it." "Sim, and you will be dead with some VD before you're old enough to make babies," Mario sneered. "Me and Andre make babies every night," Alesandro joked as he rolled over naked in bed, his identical to his brother's boy-cock spetacularly hard for a boy his age. He was exaggerating, but they had been sexual together for more than a year. "Bichas!" "Gigolo!" Alexandro shot back. "Shut up! Both of you." Mario dearly loved his queer little brothers. He hated when they argued. The 500 dolares a month that the drug company had agreed to pay for his brothers' services was his ticket out of their filthy squatters shack on the rainswept mountainside overlooking the sprawling metropolis. The view was spectacular. All else was straight from hell. "Where is this Ilha Extase?" Andre questioned. "America?" "Bahma Ilhas...near America, only out in the ocean many kilometers," Mario told the twins, "Senhor Mathis said it is very beautiful there...and you know what, everyone there is nu." "Nu e bom," Alesandro laughed happily, "I like being naked."