Date: Tue, 7 May 2013 02:34:46 -0400 From: John Marshall Subject: The Pharm Boys Chapter 22 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" and "EcstasyInc." "The Pharm Boys," like the previous segment, is unorthodox but quite seductive, as are the figures depicted. Like "Ecstasy Island" and "The Working Boys," "Ecstasy Renewed" (all found under Bisexual Adult/Youth), and "EcstasyInc" (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 minor 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 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. THE PHARM BOYS CHAPTER 22 Dr. Mike Warren spent the rest of the day and a good part of the evening getting caught up on paperwork while keeping one eye on the wall-size TV monitor opposite his desk, the one Dr. Abrams had called a monstrosity. Watching a young boy actually take shape and grow in a huge plastic cylinder of synthetic amniotic fluid was interesting...for about the first five minutes, then it began taking on all the excitement of watching grass grow with commercial interruptions to watch Sherwin Williams paint drying. Even on a 200-inch, diagonally measured wall monitor, Mike had to squint and use his imagination to no small degree to see any difference physically from that morning when they'd activated Titan's mind, put him through a masturbtion test, then had him drop off to sleep. Around eight that night Mike decided to call it a day. Though tired, and eager to hold whichever naked little houseboy Dr. Estes was not enjoying, he couldn't resist dropping by the computer lab one last time to try to observe up close any physical changes Titan might have undergone. "Harder, faster, harder, faster, ohhhh fuck, fuck me, man, fuck me, fuck me, fuccccckkkkkmmmmeeeee..." Mike heard even before he entered the lab. At first he was upset, but then again, it was "after hours." He didn't have to guess who the fucker and the fuckee were. Hanson had Diamond bent over the console and was literally "plowing" his ass. "Ohhhhhh fucccckkkk, I can't wait to try that," Mike heard another voice, neither that of Diamond nor Hanson. It took him several seconds to realize it was Titan's voice from the speaker on the console. Diamond and Hanson were apparently giving Titan a lesson in sex education, demonstrating the intricasies of homosexual anal intercourse. "Feels good," Diamond told his new cyber-friend. "Hanson fucks really good...really harrrddd...feels really fuckin' GREAT!" "Abrams is gonna shit if you get cum all over his console again," Mike told Diamond as he emerged from the shadows, making his presence known. "No problem, look, condom..." Diamond proudly displayed the precaution he'd taken for just such an eventuality. "He's MY condom," Hanson smiled as he started fucking the boy faster. "Harder, faster, harder, faster, really fuck him harrrd," Titan cheered from the sideline, his two "eyes" on the top of the console following the two copulating teenagers stroke for stroke. "This is Dr. Warren, learning anything, Titan?" "Don't be upset, this was MY idea," Titan sought to remove blame from the others in case Dr. Warren was upset. "I guess everyone has to learn about the birds and the bees eventually, but...before you're even BORN?" Mike joked as he too enjoyed the sexual performance Hanson and Diamond were putting on ostensibly for Titan's benefit. "Does it hurt the first time? Looks painful," Titan asked. "I think you have an anal pain override circuit," Mike informed the inquisitve young mind. He looked at it closely through the thick, clear plastic of the cylinder. It had been hard to discern from the TV monitor but at close range Mike's medical eye could see tiny differences. The mind was becoming hard to see beneath a thick membrane growing around it. Walking around the cylinder, Mike's trained eye could see the telltale beginnings of dark openings in the membrane which would eventually become eye and nasal openings in the baby-size skull. The digital clock on the console reported nine hours and forty-seven minutes since the mind had been activated. He wished Josh or Dr. Abrams were there to confirm everything was going as planned. He watched throught the mostly unoccupied volume of the cylinder as Hanson fucked Diamond on the other side with a practiced stroke he knew so well from personal experience. "Ommmmmffhhhphhhhh...ommmmhhhaphhhhhhhh...auauueaheguammmmmmjggghhh..." Hanson grunted as his pelvic pace grew more rapid. "Hanson, you've been through this a few times before...when Diamond was formulated, I think," Mike asked as he made his way back around the formulation cylinder. "Everything going as planned?" "How...umph...how the....FUCCCCCCCKKKKK...OHHAHHAH FUCCCKKK...how the fuck should I know...ummmmmmahhhhh...ohahhmmmmmph, can't you fuckin' see I'm busy? OOOarreaerghhhhhhh..." Hanson growled. "He's two hours and twenty-three minutes ahead of my development log," Diamond reported. "Hanson, ease up, he's going basal," Dr. Mike warned. No boy getting his ass fucked as hard as Diamond should be talking about development logs. Hanson immediately stopped, his nearly eight-inch cock fully embedded in Diamond's anal cavity. "Diamond, you okay?" Dr. Warren questioned the lovely young boy engulfing Hanson's cock. "Yeah, doc, feels great...I just got a little woozie there for a minute," Diamond reported. "May I continue?" Hanson asked anxiously. "My cock's starting to get weak." "NO!" Mike told him decisively, "god, wish I had a cpu readout." "Currently 97.8%," Diamond revealed, trying to satisfy Mike's need. "Okay, pull out," Dr. Warren ordered abruptly. "Ahhhhh doc...." Hanson pleaded in dismyed sorrow. "I ain't cum yet." "Go off in the corner and jack off," Mike told his assistant with a firm decisivness in his voice Hanson knew not to question. He slowly backed off. "Sit down, rest...cool off," Mike urged Diamond. "I read 98% cpu load," Titan surprised Mike with his input. His first impulse was to question Titan's capability to supply the data, then the accuracy of the reading, but on second thought, he did neither. "Shall I summond Dr. Estes?" Titan asked. "You can DO that?" Mike asked, this time not reluctant to question the seemingly unlimited capacity of the Level Four mind. "I have his cell number," Titan told him. "He's right, he does," Hanson confirmed. "No, I don't think so," Mike decided. "Let the poor man rest, enjoy his boy, he's earned it. Looks like both you boys are performing about as expected. How ya feelin', Titan?" "I could use a beer," Titan suggested. "Yeah, right, I'll add some to your fluid," Mike joked. "Who's on duty here tonight?" he asked Hanson. "Josh is supposed to relieve us at nine," Hanson told him. "Titan is due for a nap at ten." "Listen, you two go on home," Mike told the two, "I'll stick around till Josh comes. I'd like to kind of get to know this gorgeous creature." "Thanks, I'm so horny I could take on both Kenny and Tony at the same time," Hanson stroked his cock a time or two, still disappointed in not having gotten to enjoy an orgasm with Diamond. "I loaned one of the boys...not sure which one, to Dr. Estes for the night," Mike told Hanson. "We'll have to share." "Great," Hanson sighed. "Say, doc, any chance we can get Diamond's orgasmic tolerances under control. It's a shame, beautiful, sweet, horny boy like him not being able to go over the top." "Talk to Dr. Abrams...no...on the second thought," Mike recanted, "He's got his hands full getting the new Level 4 minds into production. See if you can get one of the over-paid, over-sexed, know-nothing lab rats to work on it." "Lotta good that's gonna do," Hanson complained as they started to leave. "Be sure to give Diamond a ride back to the dorm and keep your fuckin' hands off his cock, ya'hear?" Mike ordered. "Hmph..." Hanson grunted. "And keep your cock outta his ass, too," Mike added as the boys left. "Diamond is nice," Titan told Mike once they were alone. "And Hanson?" Mike questioned, anxious to hear Titan's honest opinion of the older boy. "He's okay...kind of a show-off," Titan noted. "He's not as smart as he pretends to be." Mike laughed softely as he settled into Dr. Abrams' seat at the control panel. "You noticed that too..." "He didn't know what an ionized particle facilitator was," Titan went on. "Even after I explained it in some detail I don't think he understood." "Titan, my boy, Hanson and guys like him...you're going to have to get used to...tolerating their kind," Mike spoke in a fatherly manner. "You see, you're about 85-percent smarter than you have to be, given your future role in life. You understand what I mean?" "I think so," Titan acknowledged. "What's on the front of my head is much more important than what's INSIDE it." "Well...I hadn't quite thought of it like that but..." Mike smiled. "Not just your face...your naked boy-body, your hard, throbbing cock...EcstasyInc is only interested in your mind as a means of keeping the...important stuff under control, in working order, and exquisitely beautiful. And don't ask me how you're suppose to understand all that not even having a face or a cock or a body yet." "I have a vivid imagination," Titan told him dryly. "Say, doc, any chance you could talk Dr. Estes into lettin' me grow an extra inch or so...you know...a slightly bigger cock?" "I could, but I won't," Mike asserted. "Titan, we want you to be exceptionally beautiful...seductive...loving, warm, horniest young teenaged boy anyone can imagine. What we DON'T want is for some guy to take one look at your dick and...well, we want it to be...enticing...not scare the fuckin' SHIT outta him. "I can't wait to try fucking," Titan's face on the monitor smiled. It was like talking with some boy far away on Skype. "Looks like fun." Mike forced a wry smile. "It is I guess, though not in the usual sense. With the right person, someone who knows how to give as well as receive pleasure, it can be exquisitely beautiful." "Like with Hanson and Diamond?" Titan asked. "Mmmmmm yeah, I guess, though Hanson can be a tad selfish with his sexual pleasure at times and Diamond..." Mike paused to choose his words carefully. "Well, I guess you're as aware as anyone as to Diamond's deficiencies." "He needs an additional processor with the titanium cooling system I have," Titan suggested, "perhaps tucked away in his abdomen." "I beg your pardon?" Mike reacted in surprise at Titan's insight. "Is there any reason his mind has to be in his head?" Titan questioned. "Well, it's the traditional venue, and it DOES simplify the wiring considerably," Mike noted. "If the overflow processor needs handle only data to and from the main CPU that's not a major problem," Titan insisted. "It's not?" Mike reacted skeptically. "A single trunk line with maybe between one and two hundred feeds would probably avoid overflow routines," Titan continued with a voice of surety Mike found disconcerting coming from one so young, albeit a boy of impressive intelligence. "Have you talked to Dr. Abrams about this?" Mike asked, realizing the boy may have seen and solved their problem from a different angle than even the wonderkind, Josh, might have proposed. "No, I've only formulated the possiblity since encountering the readouts as Hanson and Diamond were having sex a few minutes ago," Titan admitted. "It will take more time to work out the details." "Listen, kid, you do that...figure everything out, then you tell Josh all about it tonight," Mike instructed. "I don't know enough about cyberelectronic data management to know if what you're thinking would work, but I have the feeling Josh does." "I calculate it'll take me about 36.53 minutes to consider all the possibilities," Titan added, "Though I'm thinking, as I consider the cooling demands of the subordinate processor, it might not require more than about three to five millimeters, which would allow it to occupy a space near either the liver or the kidney, possibly in the scrotum." "In place of the testicles?" Mike smiled to himself at the idea. "Unless you're contemplating a breeding unit," Titan questioned. "Uhhh...no," Mike laughed at the very thought, "I don't think EcstasyInc has anything like that in mind." "The Auxilary backup processor could be reserved purely for sexual sensations, sending impulses to the pleasure centers of the Level II mind as jolts rather than a steady stream as Diamond is currently configured. This would allow the primary CPU to maintain routine conversion to digital while receiving only a periodic summary from the auxilary sexual sensory processor," Titan continued. "You makin' this shit up as you go along?" Mike couldn't resist laughing. "Actually, I'm makin' this...shit...up faster than I'm relaying it, if that really matters," Titan bragged. "You're gonna be obnoxious as hell in bed," Mike once more laughed, trying to picture the boy's mind doing quantum physics as his cock plowed some horny bastards randy ass. "I suppose boredom is going to require a bypass routine to avoid such mental hyperactivity," Titan suggested. "I'll work on it after I've considered Diamond's upgrade more fully." "Whoa, you're contemplating writing your own operational software sub-routines?" Mike suddenly realized. "No," Titan said slowly. "I'm contemplating RE-writing ALL my operational software," Titan shocked Mike by declaring. "Or maybe I should not be telling you this?" he added with no small amound of perceptivity. "No, no, you...I'm glad to hear you're...what's wrong with your current software?" Mike had to ask. "It's terribly cluttered and horrendously slow," Titan critiqued. "Dr. Livingston is inept and quite unimaginative." "Well, the unimaginative part comes as no surprise but..." Mike considered. "God, you're gonna be fuckin' WASTED on Ecstasy." "Not so, everyone needs a little fun in their lives," Titan disagreed. "Will I be doing more fucking or getting fucked?" Mike shook his head, laughing. "Frankly, my boy, I'm not the one to be asking about such things. I guess if I had to guess, you'd proabbly be the...fuckEE...far more than the fuckER...if you're half as beautiful as your advanced billing here seems to indicate but...that's only an educated guess on my part. What I AM sure of is that you're going to have to turn off...to HIDE about ninety percent of your intelligence if and when you make it to Ecstasy, or else your MIND is going to scare the FUCK outta the guests far more than an extra inch added to your cock." "Which is why I must rewrite my operational software," Titan insisted. "Listen, kid, you can fuckin' REWRITE all you like, just don't let Dr. Abrams catch you INSTALLING any of your...do-it-yourself handiwork," Mike told the boy firmly. "Just remember, while you may have a human body and human senses, human needs, human sexual responses, you are NOT, at your core, human. Our MINDS, not just our bodies, is what makes us human, and your mind, while made by humans, is NOT, in any way shape or form, human. You understand that?" "Not yet," Titan asserted. "NO, young man...not EVER," Mike bore down on the boy insistantly. "Becoming human is a totally impossible goal, and in any case, a FORBIDDEN goal. YOU GOT THAT?!" "YES, SIR," Titan reacted. "Did I note a tinge of sarcasm?" Mike questioned. "You are the director of Cox-Bristol," Titan told Mike, though Mike wasn't sure he didn't pick up on a note of deception in the boy's routine submissiveness. "I work for you. You're my boss. I do what you command. All activity aimed at software enhancements have been suspended." "Make that abandoned," Mike insisted. "Abandoned?" Titan questioned in what sounded like genuine despair. "You heard me," Mike snapped. He felt more like a father with a rebellious son than the director of a research facility. "Software enhancement activities...abandoned...memory...erased," Titan reported almost sadly. He seemed clearly disappointed that Mike did not applaud his efforts, rather than disapprove of them. "I'm sorry, Titan, but neither Dr. Abrams nor I can tolerate your running ahead of us," Mike tried to soothe the boy's hurt feelings. "Dr. Estes is already concerned your mind is...overcharged for your mission." "I thought I just solved that problem, aren't you going to proceed with Diamond production but with the auxilary remote CPU enhancement I just outlined?" Titan asked in genuine dismay. "Whoa, kid, this is Cox Pharm, not Lego Land," Mike informed the diembodied mind suspended in the amniotic vat beside him. "WE...make the decisions here, not you. And, we make them slowly, with all due deliberation. You may THINK you are, but you're not the ONLY genius in this place. What I told you about tolerating the simpleminded sexual needs of Ecstasy guests also applies to Cox Pharm simpletons as well. And while I'm at it, if you go spouting off to either Dr. Abrams or Dr. Estes like you did a little while ago with me, you're gonna scare the hell out of them. Fuck, you're even scaring ME. Despite what your mentor, Mr. Josh Delacourt, might do or say, either one or BOTH of them might decide to pull the plug on your development." "Humans are quite paranoid," Titan observed sadly. "I could argue with that, but you're probably right," Mike acknowledged. "However, for now and the foreseeable future... maybe even FOREVER, we humans are the ones in charge." "You're putting quite a damper on my creative musings," Titan complained. "Good," Mike reacted. "Let's keep it that way." "You and Titan seem to have bonded," the voice of Josh Delacourt observed, having silently entered the computer lab a few minutes earlier. "Oh...hi, Josh, I didn't hear you come in," Mike greeted the "mad" scientist mostly responsible for Titan's existence. "Yes...we're developing of a father-son relationship...I guess you'd call that bonding." "What's that make me, his MOTHER," Josh laughed. "I have a vivid imagination, but it's not THAT vivid," Titan joked in greeting Josh. "How's our prcocious little son doing?" Josh questioned. "How should I know, most of these readouts are way over my head," Mike told him. Josh made a perfunctory check of Titan's digital readings, noting some numbers on his ever-present clipboard computer input device. "Wow, his ganglia are...whew, some ten HOURS now ahead of schedule." "Are WE doing that or is he?" Mike asked. "Both, actually," Josh explained. "HE's doing it, we're encouraging it." "I see," Mike yawned. "Well, you two have fun together and don't let him talk you into taking over the world. However, he DOES have some interesting ideas regarding what we might do with Diamond." "Oh, what's that?" Josh asked, instantly intrigued. "Hell, don't expect ME to explain it," Mike laughed. "I barely knew what the fuck he was talking about when he tried telling ME. I WOULD like to know your thinking on his proposal, however." "Good night...dad," Titan's beautiful simulated face on the monitor smiled lovingly. "Now, Josh, here's my idea..."