Date: Sat, 13 Oct 2012 17:13:27 -0400 From: John Marshall Subject: Ecstasy Renewed Chapter 26 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," and now continues with this story, "Ecstasy Renewed." Like the previous segment, this story from time to time takes the form of a series of interviews with various characters involved (all fictitious). It's unorthodox but quite seductive, as are the figures depicted. Like "Ecstasy Island" and "The Working Boys," 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. Once more, it 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. If you like what you read, let me know at crackerjacker18@hotmail.com. ECSTASY RENEWED CHAPTER 26 "My, god, look at your DICK!" Derek cried as Doug withdrew from Dustin's willing ass. "OHHHHHHH FUCCCCCCCCKKKK....BLOOD!" Doug cried in alarm. "Blood?" Dustin gasped in surprise and dismay. "You fucker, you ruptured the kid!" Derek accused angrily, realiziing he didn't have so much as a handkerchief to stem the flow. "I don't feel nothing back there, it don't hurt," Dustin insisted. "Quick, call 911, we gotta get him to the emergency room," Derek cried, trying to control his panic. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before. "We don't have 911," Dustin told them blandly. "Hell, we don't have no emergency room in any case." "WHAT?" Doug cried, gently rolling the naked young boy over to inspect the damage. "He's bleeding...not...not profusely, exactly but..." Derek was somewhat relieved. "We need some gauze, something to stuff up his ass to..." "I know where there's a dildo," Dustin told them. "Kid, that's not exactly what I had in mind," Derek told him sharply. "Over there, a towel," Doug leaped to his feet to retrieve the neatly folded, apparently freshly laundered stip of terry. "Thanks," Derek said as he took one corner. "Spread his cheeks, I'll see if I can't...stop him up. It's not going to stop the bleeding but at least it might help. "But...where...where can we take him," Doug worried. "Cox Pharm, I think they have a clinic there, I know they have doctors," Derek recalled his earlier visit. "I think there's a limo out front, don't know if there's a driver but..." Doug said as he neatly "diapered" the boy he'd just fucked...apparently too well, definitely too hard. "Should we carry him?" "I can fuckin' WALK," Dustin objected to any role as a victim. "I thought you said you could handle a cock the size of mine," Doug all but accused the boy of lying. "I thought I could...I have...I can, I...I don't know what happened, it don't hurt...felt good, in fact," Dustin claimed. "You go find some transportation, I'll get him out front," Derek told Doug as the two of them gingerly helped the beautiful young pleasure boy to his feet. "You feeling okay...light-headed, nauseous..." "I'm okay, I can walk, look, nothing running down my legs, not even any drops," Dustin hated feeling like a child, or worse, a diapered baby. "Hey, I could get arrested for this get-up you know?" "Right," Derek laughed as he headed with the boy around the upper side of the house toward the street, "I'll come visit you in the Ecstasy Island reform school for wayward boys." "Looks like I won't be doing much fuckin' for a while," Dustin sighed in dismay as they headed down the hill toward the waiting limo. Doug was holding the door open for them. A teenaged driver sat behind the wheel. "How's he doin'?" Doug inquired. "Bleedin' like a stuck pig," Dustin exaggerated. "You better get something to put down on the seat, they frown on blood stains on the upholstery around here." "Let'em frown," Derek told him as he and Doug helped the boy into the back of the lengthy limo. "I guess Zac and Darin and the boys will just have to walk home." "Swim, actually, they live across the lagoon," Dustin pointed as they drove off, "over there." "They'll take care of him over at the clinic, this sort of thing happens once in a while, one of the guests gets a little wild," the driver of the car sought to reassure them. "Seldom takes more than twenty stitches." "Thanks, thanks a a LOT, Boris," Dustin shot back resentfully. "You two know each other?" Derek remarked in surprise. "I just turned 17 a month ago, got this gig drivin'," their teenaged chauffer explained. "Before that, Dustin and me, we fucked around a little...did a few orgies together, I'm surprised, he can usually handle about anything." "Can't you go any faster," Derek complained. "Want me to run the siren, too?" Boris fired back with anxious enthusiasm. "Fuck no, you'll wake the whole damned island!" Dustin laughed. "Good, cause this fucker don't got no siren anyway," Boris informed his nervous passengers. "you'd probably ruin hundreds of good orgasms," Dustin carried on, "people would think the place was being RAIDED!" "I'm really...really fuckin' sorry, Dustin," Doug hugged the boy to him, kissing him by way of an appology, "I don't know what happened, what came over me, I...you're so beautiful...so fuckin' beautiful, your ass so...I guess I just got carried away." "It's not your fault," Dustin insisted as they crossed to the outer ring of the island and turned right, heading toward the Cox Pharm lab. "I just decided I wanted to be a blood donor, that's all. You was lookin' kind of...pale, I figured you needed a transfusion." "You could have at least wiped the blood off your dick," Derek complained at Doug. "It's gross." "With WHAT?" Doug replied testily. "You wanna suck my cock, fucker, lick me clean?" "Do I look like Count Dracula? Derek was as angry with himself as he was Doug. He felt responsible for the boy. "Now that you mention it..." Dustin joked as they stopped in front of the dimly lit Cox Pharm edifice. "Think there's anyone home?" Doug questioned as he swung open the door and hopped from the seat next to Dustin's. "Hey, you're suppose to let the chauffer do that," Dustin objected. "Right Boris?" "Boris...you Russian?" Derek asked the boy as he held the opposite rear door for Derek. "No, usually I drive pretty slow, except when I got a couple 'nervous nellies' in the back thinkin' I'm drivin' an AMBULANCE." "Cute..." Derek sneered as he hurried toward the main entrance where Ronon had taken him the day before. "Thanks, but I'm not cute anymore, I've become HANDSOME, now that I work upright, not flat on my back or with my hot fuckin' ass up in the air," Boris insisted. "And a real smart-ass too, you know that?" Derek called over his shoulder bantering with the somewhat swarthy teen. "What? No tip?!" Boris cried after them as Derek and Doug hustled Dustin inside. "Shall I wait?" "We got a boy here who needs some medical attention," Derek told the twenty-something male receptionist behind the security desk. "What, diarhea?" The man guessed, judging from Dustin's makeshift diaper bandage. "Right orifice, wrong color," Doug shot back as the security attendant rushed around a partition to help them. "There's only one doctor on duty this time of night," the security guy told them. "Which one?" Dustin questioned anxiously. "Dr. Howard," the man said as he led them back through the mostly dark building to an elevator. "I think he's in the lab." "Mikey? Mike Howard?" Dustin brightened. "He's fuckin' CUTE...and he knows the territory." "I beg your pardon?" Derek looked at the boy questioningly. "He's done a little...diagonostic probing a few times," Dustin smiled his trademark ornery grin. "Oh, and what was the verdict?" Doug caught the boy's meaning before Derek. "That I got a THERMONUCLEAR ass," Dustin proudly proclaimed. "Maybe we should have them examine this hairy growth on his shoulders, too," Derek suggested. "Nothing wrong with his sense of humor," their young guide laughed. "Your ass is gonna FEEL thermonuclear once the doc gets done examining it," Doug suggested. "Probably give me another orgasm," Dustin insisted as they got off the elevator. "I think you've had ENOUGH orgasms for one night," Derek argued. "HEEEYYYYYy....DOC! How's it hangin'...OHHHHh MAAANN, looks like it's slightly enlarged, swollen even; you better have someone look at that thing, it could be serious," Dustin greeted the way-too-young-looking naked doctor with a hardon. "Hey, fucker, will YOU get serious? This ain't no laughing matter," Derek restrained the urge to smack the kid up side the head. "What seems to be the problem, other than your being overdressed for the occassion?" Dr. Howard greeted his one-time sexual plaything. "It would seem the boy rather overestimated his anal capacity and..." Derek began. "And, I'm sorry, I underestimated my sexual drive," Doug admitted dryly. "Normally I can take a good nine or ten inches, no problem," Dustin said as he climbed up on an examining table. "He hasn't changed a bit, always was something of a braggart," Dr. Howard smiled. "Do you mind?" He asked as he deftly laid asside the folds of the towel, uncertain what he might find. "Let's roll you over and have a looksee. You gentlemen mind waiting over there in the visitor's lounge, this might not be pretty." "But..." Derek started to object, then acquiesced as Doug draped his arm around his friend's shoulders and guided him away. "There's a shower over there...you might like to avail yourselves of," the doctor called after them as Dustin rolled over. "A shower?" Doug questioned. "Your cock?" Derek reminded him. "We probably both smell like day-old cum." "That an invitation?" Doug smiled as they found the waiting area and the open shower at one end of the room. Showering was NOT considered a private function in the Land of Ecstasy. "OWWWWw..." they heard Dustin complain in the distance. "Ohhhhh god, Derek, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...I just...I've just had so much on my mind...the boys, Bunny, the business, and...the proposal...I guess I wasn't thinking, I just got carried..." Doug broke down, sobbing on Derek's naked shoulder as he heard the beautiful young boy he'd sexually abused cry out a second time in pain. "It's okay...it was an accident," Derek tried to comfort the man dampening his birthday suit. "Hey, listen, let's get you cleaned up, you look and...godddd...SMELL like hell," Derek guided his friend into range as he adjusted the warm overhead spray toward the two of them. "I know you'd never want to hurt any young boy...ohhhh yeah, this feels good, don't it?" "Mmmmm...yeah...you...you feel good," Doug smiled, kissing Derek, "I love..." "Whew, the Duralon just don't let up, does it?" Derek sighed as he thrust hard his cock between Doug's legs from the rear while holding him, tweaking his tits. "Do it." Doug told him. "Do what?" "Fuck me." "WHAT?" Derek laughed in surprise and dismay. It didn't seem the time or the place, even as they heard Dustin let out another boyish yelp. "Do it, fuck me, I've wanted..." Doug began, bending forward, thrusting his taunt ass against Derek's cock. "You've got to be kidding...Dustin is in there...I mean...we're at a HOSPITAL forgodsakes," Derek objected even as he enjoyed the feel of his cock between Doug's legs. "Soap it up, fuck me. I want you in me. I've wanted to be with you like this ever since I first saw you on the ship." Doug revealed. "What? You wanna join Dustin in there gettin' his ass sewed up," Derek tried to joke. "Don't flatter yourself," Doug turned in his arms, kissing him, then turning on around, bending on over, spreading his ass cheeks. "You're big but you're not THAT big, I ain't no twelve-year-old kid going on twenty." "You ever been fucked before," Derek questioned, pretty much already knowing the answer. "Of course," Doug insisted. "Liar," Derek called him out, nonetheless probing with his cock between the man's spread cheeks. "You callin' me a..." Doug began. "OOOOOWOWWWWEWOWOWOWEIIEHWHHWWWW..." he suddenly wailed as Derek confirmed the man's virgin status to them both. "And that's just the head," Derek informed the man on the end of his dick. "I knew that," Doug looked back over his shoulder, forcing a painful smile. "Want more?" Derek fully expected the man to back off. "Yes," Doug whimpered. "I wanna feel what...what Dustin felt." "Ohhhhh forgodsake," Derek sighed as the truth came out. He had the urge to pull out and slap the man silly, but decided the best medicine to bring Doug to his senses might be more of the same. "OOOammmageammmffffffff," Doug stifled a second painful outcry. "Want still more?" "YES, FUCKER, YES, YES, YESSSSSS..." Doug cried out, putting on a brave show, unwilling to let Derek cowl him into retreat. "I can't fuckin' believe I'm doin' this," Derek shook his head as he nonetheless pressed on, slowly, more gently now, deeper and deeper. Doug was silent. If Derek could have seen the man's face, contorted in pain, he might have called a halt to their little sodomizing charade. Instead he embeded his seven-inch-plus cock into the man's tight ass to the hilt, then held it there, waiting for some sign from Doug to proceed. "You okay?" Derek asked softly. "I think so," Doug's voice admitting more than a little pain. "Still wanna do this?" Doug nodded vehemently. Derek shook his head in dismay. "Okay, fucker, it's your ass." He withdrew slightly then slowly moved back up into the man, "literally." "It's alright, fuck me," Doug breathed, gradually getting a grip on the pain. "I hate fuckin' like this, standin' up," Derek told him. "Feels so awkward, so...obscene." "Fuck obscene, do it to me, fuck me, fuck me like I fucked..." Doug couldn't bring himself to mention Dustin's name. "If this isn't the strangest, most assinine..." Derek began, then began his sexual assault as he felt Doug begin moving back and forth on his cock. "Fuck strange, fuck assinine, just do it to me. Do it to me, Derek, fuck me, man, fuck me and fuck me hard. I want it, I want your cock, I want your cock...deeeeeeeep...aooahehrhaehehheieihghehhahe god, yes, yes, yes, that's it, like that, like that, fucker, fuck me deeper, harder, ohhhahhgh god, yes, yes, that feels good, that feels soooooooo fuckin' good, what you're doin' to me, what you're doin' to my assss...ahgheaherioheo god, Derek, more, more, fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeeee..." Doug threw himself completely into the sexual ordeal he'd only minutes before found almost unbearably painful. Now it was almost unbearably pleasurable. "You know, you're a pretty good FUCK once you get into it," Derek complimented the man so feverishly fucking his cock. "Ohhhhh yeah, fuck yeah, ahhahhha god, Doug, we're gonna have to do this more often, you got a really nice, tight, fuckin' assssss...ahgehhahehhhh god, yeah, feels goood, feels soooo good, fuckin' your ass, man, ohhhahhhhh fucccck...fucccckkkk...fuccckkkkk!" "More, more, more, deeper, harder, faster...fuck me like you never fucked anyone before, ohghaheh fuck, Derek, your cock, your big, hard, fuckin' cock, feels sooo good inside me, man, I'm glad it's you fuckin' me for the first time, man, I love you, man, I love your cock, love your voice, love your face, love your hot fuckin' body, man, ohhahhhahh god, give it to me, give me your cock, give me your cum, I wanna feel it, I wanna feel it spurtin' up inside me, feel how good it feels to get fucked by your cock, gooahoeihhahehrhhe fuck, Derek, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me and make me cum, Derek, do it, do it, do it, I wanna cum, I want your to make me cum, man, ride my ass, fuck me, keep on fuckin' me, ooahhhahhehhahehh god, Derek, gonna do it to me, gonna get me off, gonna make me cum, man, gettin' me close, gettin' me closer and closer, gonna make me...me...CUMMMMMMMMMMM CUMMMMMMMMM....AHGHEOAIHEORIAHEO GOD, OEOOAIGHOEIHAERHEHE FUCK, MAKIN' ME CUM, DEREK, MAKIN' ME SHOOT MY CUM, AHGHEOAIEROIH GOD, YOUR COCK, YOUR COCK, WHAT YOU'RE COCK'S DOIN' TO MY ASS, MAN, AHGHAHEHRHH GOD, FEELS GOOD, FEELS SOOO GOOD, FEELIN' YOUR CUM SHOOTIN' UP INSIDE MY ASS, GHHEHA FUCCCCKKKK...FUCCCCKKKKK....FUCKKKKKKKKKKK!!" "YOU'RE GETTIN' IT, MAN, YOU'RE GETTIN' IT, GETTIN' ALL I GOT, ALL MY COCK, ALL MY CUM, AHGHEHAH FUCK, AOEIHOAIEHORHI GOD, FEELS GOOD, FEELS GOOD, FEELS SOOOO GOOD, SHOOTIN' MY CUM, STRAIGHT UP YOUR ASS, MAN, GHAOEIRHIOAHEOR FUCK THE FEELING, THE FEELING, OAIEHOIHEOOIHAHEIIIAEIRHH I CAN'T BELIEVE HOW GOOD IT FEELS, SHOOTIN' MY CUM WITH YOU LIKE THIS, IT'S THE BEST FEELING...THE BEST FEELING IN THE WORLD, THE PLEASURE...GHAHEIAHEOIHOH...THE FEEELING...SHOOTIN' SOOOO HARD, SOOOOO HARRRRRRRDDDD...SOOOOOOO FUCKIN' HARRRDDDDD...UANENNAENGHHAHHGHHEHHGHHHHHhhhhhhhhh!!" "Ohhhhh fuccckkkkk....that was...whew...better than...than anything I ever felt before in my life," Doug gasped, disengaging, turning in Derek's arms and kissing him profusely. "Mmmmmmm...yes, one of MY better orgasms of recent couplings," Derek admitted as he did more than a little kissing himself. "Maybe we better turn off the water, it's starting to get cold." "Maybe just what we need at the moment," Doug joked as he nonetheless stemmed the flow. "And of course, not a towel anywhere in sight," Derek complained. "Just press the 'dry' button," Doug demonstrated as a sudden blast of warm, dry air from above enveloped them. "Towels are considered a needless waste around here. They have to be washed and dried and they spread germs. See, just a few minutes and you're dry as a bone." "Speaking of bones...." Derek playfully stroked Doug's bone, still jutting up impudently from his slender, naked groin despite it's recent sexual duties. "Still preoccupied?" "Sex helps...but...life doesn't go away with an orgasm, even one like what you just delivered," Doug sighed as the two of them collapsed tiredly into separate armchairs facing one another. "The kids?" Derek guessed. "The kids? Fuck no, god they're in fuckin' hog heaven at the moment...over there with Justin and the others, fuckin' their fuckin' BRAINS out," Doug sighed. "Well...not directly, the kids, anyway." "What then?" Derek questioned. "You said something about a...proposal?" "You know Jim Loin?" Doug asked after several moments of silence. "I know the name." Derek admitted. "Rich as fuckin' Howard Hughes..." "Who?" "Never mind, what about him?" Derek probed. "He offered me a job." "He offered you a..." Derek laughed. "He wants to make me director of marketing and sales for Ecstasy," Doug opened his nutshell. "He what...marketing and sales?" Derek started to laugh again then thought better of it. It was obvious Doug was hurting. Making light of his problem would only add to it. "Straight outta the Godfather, an offer I can't refuse..." Doug leaned forward, cradling his head in his hands. "Okay, you said it. Don't refuse," Derek said, "simple as that. What kind of offer?" "Three million," Doug threw out a figure, allowing it to splatter all over the floor between them. "Dollars?" Derek again had to restrain a laugh. "In salary? Fuck, wish someone would make ME an offer like that." "Cox International wants to buy me out...my company," Doug went on in more detail. "Is that a good price?" Derek knew nothing of Doug's business affairs. "Only about three times what it's worth," Doug sighed, collapsing back into the depts of the leather chair. "Damn...what's the catch?" "Mainly he wants the boys," Doug dropped the other shoe. "Wants them?" Derek questioned. "You mean...like Dustin...like to join his...staff...to fuck his fuckin' 'staff'?" Doug shook his head. "More precisely, Cox Pharm here wants them." Derek was silent now, the full scope of Doug's quandry starting to sink in. "Guinea pigs?" Doug looked up, pain in his face. "Something like that. They want them bad enough to offer me a hundred grand a year, and them a hundred grand apiece...even a position of some kind for Bunny...probably legs up, flat on her back, but...new house here on the island...transportation, staff...education for Bunny and the boys...whatever..." "Fucccckkkk..." Derek gasped in dismay. "What they gonna do, turn the boys into androids...cyborgs ...clones or something?" "If only it was that simple," Doug murmurred, lost in his own tortured mind. "Derek, they're doing experiments in altering DNA...they need five sets of identical preadolescent twins, one boy to experiment upon, the other as a control. They want to induce puberty." "You mean..." "Young boys...very young boys, from what I can infer...then somehow CONTROL their adolescent development...I don't understand it all. Scares the fuck outta me, is all I know." "Shiiiiiiitttt..." Derek let out a long breath. "Sorry to keep you gentlemen waiting," Dr. Howard interrupted their tense encounter. "Dustin...? Doug jumped to his feet. "He gonna be okay?" Derek followed him. "I think so. I'm gonna keep him here overnight but..." the doctor continued. "He pretty bad off?" Doug pleaded for more details. "Hmph..." the doctor laughed. "Not really...depending on how you define 'bad off', I guess." "Whadya mean?" Doug questioned. Dr. Howard smiled. "Well, it would seem our horny little friend in there has a mild to moderate case of...hemorrhoids."