Date: Tue, 21 May 2013 20:08:16 -0400 From: John Marshall Subject: The Pharm Boys Chapter 25 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 25 "He looks tired," Dr. Mike Warren observed, peering into the big lucite vat at the exquisitely perfect naked body of the young boy they'd come to know and love the past two weeks as Titan. Actually, it hadn't been quite two weeks, a mere twelve days, eleven hours, and thirty-three minutes since the boy's mind had been activated in the lab. "Sleepy would be more accurate," Josh Delacourt corrected. "We've had him sleeping for the past twelve hours. We want him strong and well rested. Transitioning from a virtually weightless aquatic environment to ours has proven difficult in past births." "Diamond in particular had a rough time of it," Dr. Estes noted, peeking over their shoulders at the sleeping vertical body. "We eventually developed a whole new postnatal ajustment routine." "He nearly went into shock," Josh recalled. "That's why we've moved his formulation vat down here to the sub-basement where all the new equipment is set up," Hanson explained. "If he's anything like Diamond, it'll be a week at least before he's ready for the outside environment." "We're still working on strengthening Diamond's immune system," Estes went on to explain. "I suppose all that explains why it feels like a tropical jungle down here," Mike obeserved, glad for once he was completely naked. The humidity was probably close to 90 percent while the temperature was at least ninty degrees. "We've gradually lowered his body temperature to around 92 degrees," Estes told them. "We're pretty uncomfortable but he should feel little change. Diamond complained for days about being cold, even after we brought his chamber up to 95 degrees. "By the way, we've moved up Diamond's implant surgery to this afternoon, if that's okay with you," Josh informed Mike for the first time. "And the brain surgery?" Mike questioned. "We have a Dr. Nathanial Chocheral arriving tomorrow morning. We'll open up the skull about one," Dr. Estes told them. "Dr. Chocheral wants you two assist." "He does? Do I KNOW him?" Mike asked in surprise. "It's been a while but, yes, I think you might," Estes smiled. "He certainly remembers you, something about you absconding with his virginity." "I don't...wait...Nathanial Chocheral...Nathan...oh my godddddd...Nate?" Mike suddenly recall the beautiful, dark-eyed Freshman he'd once seduced as a senior in Pre-med school at Princeton. "Possibly," Estes winked. "He said you were quite...what was the word? Pursuasive?" "You know, I never knew his last name...Chocheral...that I would have remembered," Mike laughed. "You horny pervert," Hanson teased as the transition crew began to assemble. "What are they doing now?" Mike asked as he watched the three-men and one woman begin tinkering with the vat. "They're about to lower him to the base of the tank," Josh explained. "He's sort of hanging in the fluid. He has a small depression at the back of his skull into which was inserted a kind of smooth, ceramic hook. Once he's supporting his own weight we'll remove the hook as we lower the fluid level." "He may LOOK like a fourteen-year-old, boy but we have to clear his lungs and get him breathing as if he was a newborn baby," Dr. Estes explained needlessly. "He'll be gaining consciousness any moment." "Ain't you fuckers got better things to do than just stand around staring at my gorgeous naked body?" Titan suddenly asked as his feet began to rest on the bottom of the vat. "Yes, now that you mention it," Dr. Estes teased, briefly heading for the door. "You guys mind unhooking me, I can stand on my own," Titan insisted, still speaking from his mind into the computer which was tied into the console's speakers. "That's what they all say," Josh winked at Mike. "They've never experienced gravity before." "Titan, please, trust that we know what the fuck we're doing," Mike pleaded. "Sorry, I guess I'm just impatient to get born," Titan joked. "After Dr. Livingston, I'm not as trustful as I once was." "You guys ready?" Dr. Abrams asked as he burst through the lab doors to join them. "You're late, Titan was wanting to start without you," Mike smiled. "Tony spend the night with you again, you look tired...tired but happy." "My sexual ejaculations are none of your fuckin' business," Mark Abrams told Mike tersely. "He's on the bottom, Dr. Abrams," one of the techies informed his boss. "Open the vent," Dr. Abrams ordered, scanning all his readouts. "Drop the level point five millimeters per second." Josh shot him a quick glance but said nothing. "No, that's not too fast," he read his underling's thoughts. "Diamond almost drowned when we went too slow, remember?" Mike watched tensely as the level of the synthetic ambiotic fluid drained away, revealing the top of Titan's head as the boy's hair began to plaster itself to his head. "Come on, seven....make that eight," Abrams ordered. "Titan you okay?" Mike questioned. "Swimmingly, how about you?" Titan joked. "I keep forgetting what an obnoxious smartass we coded," Josh sighed, shaking his head. "Keep your eyes closed if you know what's good for you," Dr. Estes instructed Titan. "That synthetic shit stings the first time you open'em up." "He knows what he's talking about," Diamond confirmed. "Stings like hell." "I'm starting to feel my weight." Titan reported. "Helium, give me HELIUM." "Shithead, you're too fuckin' skinny to hold enough Helium to even, lift your cock," Diamond suddenly joked as he peered over Mike's and Josh's naked shoulder at what they had wrought." "Okay, Titan, as the fluid goes down, once your mouth is clear, you're going to have the urge to cough," Dr. Estes instructed. "Tell me about it," Titan choked. "Just cough your fuckin' head off, it'll clear your lungs, just don't suck in any fluid, it tastes even worse than it stings the eyes," Diamond advised, sitting down next to Dr. Abrams, observing carefully everything the man was doing "FUCK, OPEN HER UP, HE'S CHOKING!" Diamon suddenly cried. Inside they watched as Titan coughed violently. "Keep dropping the level, hurry...faster," Diamond cried, having been though what Titan was experiencing. "STOP, his head's clear," Estes ordered. "Grab the hook, grab the hook, Titan just above your head in back," Diamond urged as he noticed Titan's knees starting to buckle. "Grab it and hold on!" Mike urged as he watched the boy fumble for the ceramic hook above his head. He continued to cough, his beautiful young face turning red. "How's his stats?" Mike asked anxiously, trying not to reveal his near panic. "Heart's 120, BP 140 over 90, watch for any sign of coughing up blood," Abrams ordered. "You okay, Titan...think to us...don't try to talk." "I think so," the boy thought. "Next time try some strawberry flavoring in this shit." "Shit is right," Diamond sighed. "I hope you guys improved the filtration system since I was born." "We've managed to keep it to a slightly yellow tint," Josh smiled. "Hey, guys...cough, cough, I can talk now," Titan told them. "Can you hear me?" "We can hear your brain, there's no mike in the tank," Abrams informed the boy. "Save your voice, just keep coughing, it's good for what ails ya." "Thanks, I'll remember that," Titan sighed. "Now, mind gettin' me outta this fuckin' fish tank?" "How's your legs?" Mike asked anxiously. "I don't know, I can't see'em," Titan complained. "I'm releasing the hook." "Brace yourself against the tank walls," Diamond advised. "Right...good idea," Titan decided as the fluid slowly dropped. "I think I'm gettin' a hard on." "Looks good on ya," Diamond smiled. "I suppose it'd be out of place to jack off now, right?" Titan inquired. "I think you're supposed to wait until after your born for that," Mike joked. "Well, hurry the fuck up," Titan urged impatiently. "My legs are holding up fine." "Just keep your pants on...okay, forget I said that," Abrams shook his head in dismay. "Ohhhhh, fuck, this gravity thing really sucks," Titan complained as the fluid level dropped to around his navel. "Want us to stop so you can rest, it's only gonna get worse," Estes warned. "I want my mommy," Titan joked. "Cute," Josh laughed. "Keep draining," Abrams ordered. "If he collapses, we'll pop the cork, flood the place." "Isn't there an emergency drain build into the tank?" Mike questioned. "No, but sounds like a good idea," Josh agreed. "All this electrical hardware around here, a tsunami could kill us all." "I think we're safe. It's down to his knees almost...if he slumps, his head will still be above water," Dr. Estes observed. "Go ahead, open the valve up full, looks like he's adjusting." "Diamond, go grab those special towels over there," Abrams pointed. "You can dry him off, and remember how sensitive his skin is going to be." "How could I forget," Diamond winced as he unfurled one soft, absorbant cloth in each hand. "Face first, use the eye rinse," Estes instructed as the last of the synthetic amibiotic fluid drained from the vat. "Lots of eye rinse," Diamond repeated, recalling his own birthing trauma. "Keep your eyes shut, man," he urged Titan. "Unscrewing the tube," Dr. Abrams reported as the walls of Titan's birthplace began to rotate slowly. "Hang in there babe, we'll have you out in a second or two." "One, one-thousand, two one-thousand...you're running late, fellas, three one-thousand, four..." Titan counted the seconds, "ahhhhhh fresh air...who the fuck farted." "YOU did," Diamond laughed. "You're gonna smell like shit for the next 24 hours or so." "Keep your eyes closed," Mike urged as Diamond meticulously worked cleaning them and the rest of Diamond's exquisitely beautiful face. "God, he's beautiful," Josh sighed, "so perfect...so incredibly perfect." "Maybe a little too much so," Abrams commented critically, nonetheless admiring his own part in designing the boy's face. "You ain't exactly Justin Bieber," Titan sneered in the face of his creator's comment. "He's prettier than Justin Bieber," Diamond smiled, "Okay, try opening your eyes." "Feel okay?" Mike questioned. "Could I sit down?" Titan asked, his legs obviously not up to supporting him indefinitely. "NO...fuck no, not till you've had a shower," Abrams cried. "I don't want that ambiotic shit all over the chairs in here, we had to replace them all after Diamond was born." "Take him over and hose him down," Estes ordered as Josh and Diamond gingerly helped the newborn boy across the polished tile floor to a nearby shower stall. "Watch he doesn't slip on the wet floor." "Nice fuckin' cock, thanks, doc," Titan admired his now fully erect and extended boy-cock. "Looks to be about 7.5 inches." "He wanted eight, we compromised," Abrams laughed. "Any more and he'd be hard to handle in bed," Mike agreed as they watched Titan get his first shower. "Believe me, he's going to be hard to handle in bed in more ways than one," Estes noted. "Remember, he was programmed for Ecstasy." "With any luck, we can keep him here," Abrams added. "He's been really impressive in working on Diamond's gonadal processors." "Just be sure to give him a few days to gain his strength before you put him to work," Mike ordered. "A level four mind is still highly experimental and building a horny kid around such a mind..." "Diamond has insisted on babysitting him 24-7 the next few days, then we'll move him over to the farm and let him socialize with kids his age," Estes told them. "Can he hide the fact he's an Adonis?" Mike questioned. "Who knows? His behavioral coding is as experimental as every other part of him." Abrams shook his head uncertainly. "Josh and I have gone over every line, but...well, he's the one who hammered it out so..." "Josh said the kid was operating on the very cutting edge of his own programming skills, so who knows," Estes revealed. "I don't mind telling you, Level IV minds scare me a little...okay MORE than a little," he admitted as they watched Diamond and Josh seat their freshly bathed boy in a wheel chair. "I think we're getting better at all this," Abrams observed, "This was far less traumatic than when we opened up Diamond's bottle." "Speaking of opening up Diamond, hadn't we better get him and ourselves scrubbed up?" Mike glanced at a lighted clock on the wall. "Well, how ya feeling there kid?" Abrams greeted the freshly scrubbed young boy smiling up at them from his new mode of transportation. "GREAT! Nothing like a hot shower to wake ya up and make ya horny! Diamond's gonna teach me how to do wheelies in this thing," Titan told them gleefully. "Like HELL he is," Mike snapped. "Josh, these two are YOUR responsibility. "Remember, Titan has a price tag of somewhere in the neighborhood of five-million dollars, and Diamond is worth nearly half that. So, NO cartwheels in the wheelchair. You all got that?" "What about sex?" Titan inquired. Mike looked first at Dr. Estes then at Abrams. Both men shrugged. "That's what he was designed and built for...he's tested out okay so far," Abrams eyed the beautiful young teenaged specimen. "Just keep him locked into the computers, I wanna see lots of data on him whatever he's doing." "I can't see any physical reasons he shouldn't be allowed to do..." Estes began. "What about fucking him?" Hanson asked, making his voice heard for the first time. "Bring it on, big guy," Titan winked seductively at Mike's horny young assistant. "Let's start with Diamond and work up...watch, see how his ass handles it," Estes advised. "I can take anything YOU got, big boy," Titan told Dr. Estes, an insolent smirk on his face. Everyone in the room now had a hardon in just seeing the most beautiful young boy in the world gazing up seductively from the safety of his wheelchair. "Get him outta here before I fuckin' RAPE him," Estes ordered. "Come on, let's go have a look at Diamond's new balls." "You two are to be congratulated," Mike told his colleagues as they headed for the elevator to the surgical unit on the third floor. The kid is gorgeous, his mind is...what can I say...in-fuckin-credible, as Hanson would put it, and the whole formulation and birthing went off like you'd done it a thousand times." "Now it's YOUR turn to shine," Estes told Mike. "I'll be assisting." "I didn't know you were a surgeon," Mike looked at him askance." "That's because I'm not," Estes revealed. "I've observed quite a few times but..." "And you've played one on TV, of course, right?" Mike teased the man to hide his concern. "Speaking of which, how you gonna play this?" Dr. Abrams asked as they boarded the elevator. "We'll position him on his abdomen, legs spread, then access the scrotum from the rear, which should minimize any noticeable scarring," Mike explained as they rode up. "We'll sever and remove the testicles one at a time...bleeding is going to be a problem so we'l have to work fast with the smallest incision possible. Then we insert the processor units. The tricky part is going to be threading four tiny wires up through the vas to the battery pack tucked in just below the bladder." "Two incisions?" Estes questioned. "The battery pack is about the size and shape of a golf pencil. "Wouldn't it be better to insert the battery pack first?" Dr. Abrams suggested, "threading the wires DOWN rather than pushing them UP." Mike looked at him a moment in dismay. "YOU wanna do this?" "I faint at the sight of bood," Abrams insisted. "Sounds like a good idea to me," Estes noted for the record. Mike eyed them both skeptically, then relented. "I was just going to suggest that as a possibility," he grinned sheepishly. "Ball replacement surgery is not a very common surgical procedure so I'm kind of flying by the seat of my pants here." "You plan on wearing pants for this?" Abrams joked. "I think we better," Mike told them, "more antiseptic." "What about the bleeding?" Estes worried. "Clamp off the arteries and hope for the best." Mike told them. "We've got to maintain bloodflow to the scrotum." "I can't say as I'd want to be in Diamond's place, despite the sexual enhancement factor," Dr. Abrams shuddered involuntarily as they got off the elevator. "Too bad we didn't save the boy we lost so you could practice," Dr. Estes suggested. "I've been practicing," Mike insisted. "You have?" Abrams asked in surprise. "On whom, may I ask?" "A couple nights ago...on Hanson, while he slept," Mike barely concealed a grin. "Hanson could probably USE a new set of balls, he's probably worn out his originals," Estes joked. "I didn't actually do any cutting but if he could see back there, he'd be rather curious about all the purple ink." Mike told them, no longer able to conceal his practical joke on his assistant. "Amusing, but do you think that'll help?" Estes asked. "Let's hope so," Mike smiled, as the entered the lab where Dr. Estes ruled the roost. "We running Fraxon as coolant?" "No need," Dr. Estes told him. "Josh, with Titan's help, designed a simpler, unpressurized system. Our tests showed only a 2.5 degree rise after thirty minutes." Dr. Abrams snorted, "Let's hope the kid doesn't do Tantric sex."