Date: Sun, 22 Sep 2013 02:30:58 -0400 From: John Marshall Subject: Erotic Isle: the Endless Orgasm Chapter 12 In trying to avoid the most common plot scenarios featured on Nifty, this story continues the saga which began with "The Working Boys,"continued with "Ecstasy Island," followed by "Ecstasy Renewed," "EcstasyInc," and "The Pharm Boys." "Erotic Isle: the Endless Orgasm" like the previous segment, is unorthodox but quite seductive, as are the figures depicted. Like "The Working boys," "Ecstasy Island," and "Ecstasy Renewed" (all found under Bisexual Adult/Youth), as well as "EcstasyInc," and "The Pharm Boys" (found under Gay Adult/Youth), 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. Some of the characters from the earlier stories have returned to become major characters, 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 one or two 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. EROTIC ISLE: THE ENDLESS ORGASM CHAPTER TWELVE "What the fuckin' hell was THAT all about?" Ronon Parker asked as he, Kevin, and Tink overheard in the next bedroom something of a blowup. "Did you see the look on Mike's face as he went stormin' through here?" Kevin gaped after the man. Even though he had his cock rammed up Ronon's ass, he suddenly lost all interest in fucking his husband. "I'd say all hell just broke loose but that's too trite to contemplate," Tink smiled down at Ronon as the boy continued to enjoy's Kevin's cock, despite it having ceased plowing his ass. "I never heard Titan upset before," Ronon commented, having recognized the boy's raised voice. "Oooooo fuck, Kevin, that feels good." "Something about machines and slaves," Kevin recalled. "Hey, man, you gonna FUCK me or just enjoy the view?" Ronon arched his slender, naked pelvis up from the bed, driving Kevin's cock deeper into himself. "Justin sounded rather...shall we say, upset?" Tink noted as he lay naked on his side, next to the two sexually joined boys on the bed. "Not too many people around here get to tell Dr. Warren to go...copulate with himself." "I think he said FUCK," Kevin corrected. "I was being polite," Tink told him dryly. "You suddenly forget how to?" "Ohhhh...sorry," Kevin smiled down at the boy he loved as he once more resumed his slow, deliberate, fucking movements. "I think we just overheard Dr. Mike bite the dust." "What makes you say that?" Tink questioned. "Nothing I heard, really, just...instinct...the look on Doc's face, I don't know," Kevin began fucking Ronon a bit faster. "What look, I'm down here, I couldn't see him," Ronon questioned. "Oh yeah, babe, keep doin' that, man, ohhh fuck, you know how I love it when you do that, ohhhahhah godddddd....ohhhhhhh fucccccccckkkk..." "I guess you might say he...well...he looked scared..." Kevin suggested. "How's this...you like THIS too?" "Scared?" Tink looked up at Kevin strangely. "I only saw him for a second." "Shitless..." Kevin amended. "Really?" Ronon asked in surprise. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, fucker, yeah, yeah, fuck me, man, fuck my ass, fuck me, fuck me, keep on fuckin' me like that, feels good, ohhhhhahh god, Kevin, yes, yesh, ooooahahhhahh fuck, yessssss...!!" "The Bieb may have put the fear of God in him?" Tink questioned Kevin's take on the incident. "I can't imagine ANYONE being afraid of Justin....he's...he seems so nice." "He may seem like your typical horny teenager but...inside...he's really a overindulged rich-kid PUNK," Kevin described his celebrity friend in surprisingly harsh terms. "Hmph...I guess it takes on to know one," Ronon laughed. "Kevin, forgodsakes, you gonna FUCK me or what?" "Oh you THINK so HUH!" Kevin punctuated his words with deep, hard brutal thrusts. "Spoiled ROTTON," Ronon reacted, realizing Kevin fucked better when he was pissed. "I'll SHOW you WHO'S spoiled ROTTON!" Kevin delivered three more deep, hard, pounding pelvic thrusts. "YOU that's WHO!" Ronon cried up at him, enjoying the fuck of his life. "YOU'RE the ONE who SPOILED me," Kevin blamed. "Practically RAPING me NIGHT and DAY, day IN and day OUT, 24-7...FUCK me KEVIN, FUCK me, FUCK me, FUCK me...FUCKme, FUCKme,FUCKme,FUCKme,FUCKmeFUCKmeFUCKmeFUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKME...AHGHAHEHOIHOIH GOD, I'M CUMMING, CUMMING, CUMMMMMINNNNNGGG!!" "Do it, Kevin, do it to him, shoot your cum, shoot your cum, SHOOT YOUR CUM, SHOOT YOUR CUM, OAHAHH FUCK YEAH, KEEP SHOOTIN' IT, KEEP SHOOTIN' IT BOYS, FUCK EACH OTHER, FUCK EACH OTHER, HARDER, FASTER, SHOOT, RONON, SHOOT, SHOOT YOUR CUM TOO, GIVE HIM YOUR...YOUR...AHHHHHH...YEAHHHHHH...THAT'S IT, RONON, OHHHH FUCK, YEAH, NICE ONE, AOOAOHEHHHH GOD, YEAH, SHOOOT IT, SHOOT IT, SHOOOOT THAT FUCKIN' BABY BATTER, BOY, FUCK HIM, KEVIN, MAKIN' HIM CUM, MAKIN' HIM CUM, HARDER, HARDER, BOYS, YEAH, OAOHAHHHAHH GOD, GETTIN' ME SO TURNED ON I'M GONNA CUM TOO...JACKIN' MY COCK, OOAHEHHRHH FUCK...FUCK, FUCK, BOYS, I'M GONNA CUM...TOOOOOOO...TOOOOOOOO....TOOOOOAHGHHEHAHERHHHHHAHH FUCK, CUMMIN' TOOOOOOOOOO, OAHHEHAHER GOD, FEELS GOOD, FEELS GOOD, FEELLLLS SO FUCKIN' GOOOOODDDDD!!" "FUCK ME, KEVIN, FUCK ME, KEEP FUCKIN' ME, KEEP FUCKIN' ME HARRRDDD...YOU'RE MAD AS HELL AT ME AND YOUR NOT GONNA FUCKIN' TAKE NO MORE FUCKIN' BULLSHIT NO MORE, YOU FUCKIN' SPOILED TURD RICH LITTLE BASTARD!!" Ronon deliberately sought to enrage his husband, as Kevin launched his cock deep into Ronon with a furious assault neither boy could recently recall. "YOU'RE GETTIN' FUCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKEDDDDDD....FUCCCKKKKKKKKKKED...FUCKED AND FUCKED AND FUCKED, OAOOGHHEOAIEHRH GOD, THE ORGASM TO END ALL ORGASMS, AOGIEHAOEIRHOIH MY GOD, OGHOIEOHAOIEHROIHA MY GOD, OAHGOIEHAOIEHRO GOD, FUCKIN' CUMMIN' SOOO HARD, AHGOEIAHOEHRHAHHH....AOGBOIEAHOEIRHHAHHAHHAH FUUUUUUUCCCKKKK...FUCKKKKKKKKK....FUCCCKKKKKK!!!" Kevin cried out as his orgasm peaked, then surprisingly peaked again, propelling powerful, hard spurts of boycum from his cock with devasting spasms of aching sexual pleasure, causing him to collapse in exhaustion down over the beautiful young boy beneath him, plastering his face with wet, sucking kisses. "OHHHAHHRGHHH....UNNNNNNHHHHHH...UNNNHHHHHHH," Ronan grunted softly as his naked, sex driven body responded with lingering spasms of surging sexual bliss, still milking the cum from Kevin's hardness even as his own cock continued to spew and seep. "UNNNNANAHHHHH...ONNAHEHHGHHHH...OHHHAHHAH FUCK, STILL FEELING...FEELING....feeling it..." "God, you boys are hot tonight," Tink joined them in their glowing, lingering pleasure, his own massive cock adding cum to what Ronon had just spurted all over the three of them. "You boys might wanna get unhooked, I think Justin is leaving," Toy stuck her head around the corner from the first of the three adjoining sleeping areas. "Leaving?" Tink looked up in surprise, then realized he wasn't as surprised as he thought, after what they'd just heard. He slipped nakedly from the bed as Kevin worked to get his still-hard cock out of Ronon's ass. "I think Titan and Diamond are leaving with him," Toy added as she joined her husband, heading back toward the living room just in time to see Justin herding the two boys out the front door. "Where's Mike?" Tink questioned. "On the phone," Hanson informed them. "He told me to 'get Jim Loin wherever the fuck he is'." "Jim..." Toy began "Loin?" Tink repeated the name of the Cox International CEO. "He's summoning the 'god almighty'?" Ronon gasped as he and Kevin somewhat wetly joined their sexual supervisors. "Musta been quite a blowup in there," Kevin rolled his eyes, glad that he and Ronon weren't in the eye of the storm this time. "I think you were right the first time," Ronon suggested. "Huh?" Tinked looked at him. "Hell having slipped free, now making a break for it?" Ronon reminded him. "You know what it's all about?" Tink questioned Dr. Warren's naked young assistant. "Not really, I was fuckin' Toy...hope you don't mind," Hanson recounted. "No, not at all, any time. Go on," Tink probed. "Did you cum?" Ronon asked, surpressing an ornery grin. "Twice," Hanson replied, smiling down at the boy. "You wanna be next." "HANSON!" Tink barked in frustration. "The phone call...?" "Ohhhh....right...well...he looked mad as fuckin' hell..." Hanson recalled. "So...very reluctantly...and very slowly, I might add, I pulled out and...god, he was pissed." "So was I when you pulled out, but go on," Toy joked. "He started like he was gonna drag me away so I hustled into the den...he's back there with the door close...LOCKED..." Hanson continued. "I listened at the door for a second. I heard him raise his voice a time or two, couldn't really hear what he said...except for some pretty nasty adjectives referring the 'that Bieber bastard'." "Which way did Justin go," Tink asked, suddenly reminded of the other half of their little tiff. "Back to the jet I suppose," Hanson suggested, looking about. "I don't think so," Tony, their twelve-year-old houseboy told them. "Me and Silly were out on the terrace suckin' each other and..." "Silly?" Tink laughed in surprise. "What the fuck's that little toad doin' down here?" "Him and half the farm," Terry, the boy's dad added as the party began to fragment, wondering what had happened. "I chased them off...except for Silly, he promised to suck me when he finished with my son." "When the cat's away the mice will play," Toy sighed in dismay. "Sound like I better get back." "The golf cart headed of up the path then turned left like it was gonna go around the lagoon," Terry reported. "The plane was silent when I came past...closed up...probably hot as a tin can in hell..." "Around the lagoon? Why would they...? Ronon pondered. "The bunker!" Tink's eyes grew wide. "Yeah, well, good luck gettin' in there," Hanson sneered confidently. "Jim Loin, himself, couldn't get in there." "Maybe, but I wouldn't be surprised if Titan could," Tink pondered, "...especially with an illustrious big-time Cox stockholder, unaffraid to throw his weight around." "Whoaaa...my cell phone," Hanson jumped to retrieve the device from an endtable beside where he'd been fucking Tink's wife. He listened for a moment, "Hang on, I'll get back to you." "Who dat?" Kevin smiled, though he could have almost guessed for certain. "BINGO...security...seems Titan has in mind to conduct a little tour of the facility," Hanson looked worried. "What do I tell'em?" "Hey, stud, you're askin' ME?" Tink backed off. "I still haven't forgiven you for fuckin' the hell outta my wife and you want me to go ten miles out on a limb for you?" "But..." Hanson complained, starting to panic. "Your call..." Tink smiled, somewhat enjoying the look on the 20-year-old's beautiful, young face. "Maybe you better ask Papa Bear in there." "FUCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!" Hanson cried, wracked by indecision. A part of him knew what his boss would say, yet another part of him wanted to unleash Titan and the Bieb just to see what might happen. "Your cart outside?" "I hope so...unless Silly decided to go on a joy ride," Tink smiled, reading Hanson's mind. "Run me over to the bunker...I'll see if I can't get a handle on this personally," Hanson decided. "Can't YOU drive?" Tink almost laughed at the boy's plight. "TINK...go with him," Toy urged, can't you see he's half scared outta his mind," Toy urged. "Wouldn't want him to get fired, he's one hell of a FUCK! I'll get Terry to run me back to the farm." "Only if I can fuck you when we get there," Terry joked. "You should be pretty well lubed up by now." "Come on!" Hanson pushed Tink ahead of him as the two raced toward the door. "Maybe we can diffuse this time bomb before we become another Bikini Atoll." "I'm rather fond of Bikinis," Tink joked as they headed out. "You drive, I'm too..." Hanson urged. "Scared half outta your mind, yeah, I can see that," Tink smiled as they hopped in the cart and headed on up the cart path flat out at a whopping twenty miles an hour. "Won't this fucker go any faster?" Hanson complained, knowing very well the answer. "Maybe if you hopped out and pushed," Tink suggested, thoroughly enjoying the ride. ----------------- "Who the hell's idea was it to even let that two-bit little punk fucker ON the island anyway?" Jim Loin barked gruffly as Dr. Warren cringed before the computer desk, the encrypted satellite phone in his hand about to be crushed by his powerful grip. "All I know is I got a memo from...hell, I can't remember...someone on the ground in Nassau telling me he'd be dropping by and to play nice with him," Dr. Warren pleaded innocent. "I just assumed it was a friendly calling...he's got lots of old friends here and..." "Apparently lots of old friends on the 40th floor in Nassau too," Jim Loin harrumphed. "He knew all about Peter Pan...the Adionises?" "Hell, Jim, I don't know...I don't know how much he KNEW," Mike groaned. "All I know is, thanks to the boys, he knows all about it NOW!" "DAMNNNNN..." Jim cursed, pondering the situation. "If I could FIRE those two horny little shithead buckets of bolts, I would but..." "They've certainly changed the working dynamics here," Mike considered the future consquences. "I probably should pull their clearances...for all the good it'd do." "You have a paper shreader big enough to..." "NO!" Mike quickly cried in defiance. "Right, probably gum up the works pretty bad anyway," Jim reconsidered, only half joking. "What'll I do, ground the plane?" Mike suggested. There was silence on the other end. "You don't have anti-aircraft guns there, do you?" Jim joked dryly. "I can't let him go flying off to...god knows where...with...with ten...fifteen million dollars worth of top secret hardware..." Mike worried, his voice growing tight with emotion. "Where are they now?" The Cox CEO barked. "Where are they...hell, in the other...hold on..." Mike jumped, heading for the office door. "HANSON!!!" "He ain't here," little Kenny, his houseboy told him, somewhat startled. He'd had his ear glued to the door. "He ain't...where the fuck IS HE?!" Mike cried, scaring the kid nearly to tears. "Him and that other guy...Ronon's dad...they took off in a golf cart right after the Bieb left with Titan and Diamond," Kenny told his irate boss. "Ronon's dad...? Never mind..." Obviously Kenny didn't know his cast of characters very well. "SHITTTTTT!!" "What's happening?!" Jim Loin yelled on the phone realizing from the sound of things matters were now well out of hand. "Damn...Jim, I don't know...I'll have to get back to you," Mike cried, trying desperately to desguise the panic in his voice. "No, I'll get back to YOU!" Jim replied forcefully. "You and some asshole upstairs have unleashed a loose cannon full of shrapnel likely to leave a bloody fuckin' mess all over your pretty little island paradise out there. Don't pack your bags just yet, but I'll be hard pressed to save your sorry ass if you can't put a lid on that Biever bastard..." "Bieber..." Mike corrected, wishing instantly he'd kept his mouth shut. "DAMMIT WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LISTEN?!" Loin cried in exasperation. Mike was silent, in response to his boss's rhetorical question. "YES...ground the fuckin' plane, blow out the tires if you have to," Loin ordered. "Lock up your pretty little mechanical toy boys and...swallow the key. Might help whatever the hell ails you." "Okay, but...we can't just...lock up Justin Bieber and throw away the key," Mike reasoned. "He may be a dirty cocksuckin' bastard, but he's a RICH dirty cocksuckin' bastard with a following in the MILLIONS...not to mention a few million share of the company we're trying like hell to ride herd on." "Dammit, Warren, you think I don't know that?!" Jim Loin snarled. "I've got about twelve-hundred and twenty-one highly overpaid lawyers here I've got to put through the wringer before I can tell you more. You just handle things...keep a lid on this, talk to Bieber if you can, reason with him, or...or so help me god, you'll never wear a stethescope again the rest of your life. You fuckin' GOT THAT?" The phone went dead in Mike's trembling hand. --------------- "He's gonna call back," the guard at the main security desk just inside the Cox Pharm production facility reported to Titan, Justin, and Diamond as he hung up. "He's gonna...WHO'S gonna call back?" Justin demanded angrily. "Hanson," Titan sighed, only guessing, but reasonably sure their little ploy to try and get inside and show Justin around apparently had failed. "Who's that?" Justin turned on the boy. "Doc's assistant," Diamond explained. "The good-lookin' guy...about your age...you maybe saw him." "Listen, sweet cheeks, YOU'RE the only good-lookin' guy I noticed," Justin tweaked the young boy's cheek. "Please, I'll vouch for him, this is Justin Bieber...you know, the singer...who also happens to be a major Cox Pharm stockholder! You want to try to explain to your boss...Doc Warren will eat you alive," Titan decided to throw some of Justin' much-touted corporate weight around. "Mister, I've got a plane to catch...gotta be in London in just twelve hours for a concert," Justin lied, picking up on Titan's line. "As a major stockholder, I think the least you could do would be to trust your friend here and let us have a peek at this place. I might decided to invest more heavily." "He's got close to a...ZILLION dollars, you know," Diamond put in. Justin tried not to grin. The guard's eyes narrowed, his cock hardening next to his firearm holster as he observed the three of them with growing uncertainty. Wordlessly, he reached beneath the counter and withdrew a guest security badge on a neck change. He plunked it down loudly on the desk. Justin quickly snapped it up and donned the security ID as the guard allowed them to pass. "Damn, you're good," Justin whispered out of the corner of his mouth as they headed down a flight of gray, concrete steps. "Fuck, how big IS this place?" "Three levels, one-hundred thirty-seven feet by one-hundred sixty three," Titan reported. "Give or take an inch or two," Justin rolled his eyes. He had little doubt now that Titan was all he claimed to be. "I can't believe he let us pass." Diamond was almost giddy with excitement. "We had a little Vulcan mind meld," Titan told them. "Vulcan mind...I thought you'd never heard of Star Trek?" Justin reacted in surprise. "You peaked my curiosity. I did a quick search through the Cox-Bristol data base...first season, episode 23...quite interesting...dated, but...." Titan recited. "Is he kidding? Is he pullin' my leg?" Justin looked first at Titan, then at Diamond in amazement. "You guys can do that read minds, shit like that?" "The data search took 21.2 seconds," Titan affirmed. "As for the mind meld...normally, probably not, but the guard back there...he was one of us." "He WAS?" Diamond reacted, as surprized as Justin. "Piece of cake...an old Level Two mind. They found a bunch lying around the lab a couple months ago," Titan recalled as they tripped down another flight of steps. They used them to formulated a pack of weekend security hacks mostly to save money. I just...whoa...hold up," Titan suddenly pushed the other two behind a large pylon. "Security...NOT...not one of their toy tin soldiers, either." The three of them literally held their breath as the armed, but naked, guard moved by, then went up the steps. "Wait..." Titan demanded, seemingly concentrating intensely. "What?" Diamond questioned. "I just told our friend upstairs to keep his fuckin' mouth shut or I'd castrate him," Titan told them. "And if I didn't, Doc would." "He believed you?" Justin laughed. "Shut up or I'll castrate YOU too," Titan all but concealed a grin. "Please, leave me an inch or two, I beg of you," Bieber pleaded. "Come on, we better, hurry, this little gig can't last forever," Titan hurried them down to the third and lowest level of the bunker. "Down here is where they grow the boys." "Grow the...this is like..." Justin began. "Shhhh...that was probably the only guard...this being a weekend...probably just a couple techs on duty...friends of mine...they may want an autograph, though." Titan cautioned smiling. "I could sing Baby, Baby," Justin joked. "You know the backup track for that," Titan asked Diamond as they cautiously traversed a long, darkened corridor lined with plate glass cubicles. "These are future formulation units, soon to be tested for phase two expansion." Titan told Justin knowledgably. "Phase two?" Justin questioned softly. "Large scale production, up to two-hundred units per week," Titan divulged. "They're mostly waiting for the line upstairs to finish enough minds to get the ball rolling...probably within the next couple weeks, from what I've been hearing." "Level Five minds can tap into the center's computer net," Diamond added. "They're working on a second production line up here now for doubling the production of minds." "I believe you," Justin rolled his eyes. "It's incredible...unbelievable, but..." "Heeeyyyyy, Ike, how's it goin'" Titan bravely greeted one of the techs who had noticed them. "You recognize this guy?" "Err...yeah, but what the fuck's he doin' down here?" Ike looked at them warily, eyeing Justin's guest ID badge critically. "Friend of Doc's, we got tagged to do the honors...quick tour," Titan told him casually. "Justin is in line to become spokesman for Ecstasy, we're kinda lettin' him know what the fuck he's gettin' into." "Mmmmm..." Ike seemed satisfied. "Damn, you're every bit as cute in person as your pics," he admired their attractive naked guest." "Sorry, I don't have any pictures on me, but if you'd like an autograph," Justin suggested smiling broadest, most seductive smile. "Here," Ike handed Justin a felt-tip pen. "Write your name on my heart," he told Justin, boldly jutting forward his hairless naked abs, "Big...write big, nipple to nipple..." "Hurry," Titan urged softly behind Justin's back as the singer decorated Ike's pecs, then kissed both his taunt nipples for good measure. "Hey thanks!" Ike smiled, all but ejaculating as he proudly stared down at his chest. "Now, the tour...this is where we babysit the boys, poppin' out ten new boys a day. We watch over them from the time they're less than half an ounce till they're full grown, as their cells form around their minds and gradually begin looking more and more like...like ole Titan here...'cept we didn't formulate him. They did that over in the lab...and Diamond, too...hey, kid, you ain't been around to suck me off for quite a while..." "Ut-ohhhhh," Titan suddenly grew tense. "Err...thanks Ike, we gotta be goin', wanna give the Bieb a peek at the mind line upstairs...wish we could stay and see....come on guys." "What's up?" Justin asked worriedly as they headed for yet another flight of concrete steps. "Hanson...upstairs...with Tink," Titan hissed as they all but broke into a dead run. "He knows we're here!"