Date: Mon, 22 Oct 2012 00:28:15 -0400 From: John Marshall Subject: Ecstasy Renewed Chapter 29 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 29 In broad daylight, the four-storied office/lab/factory complex that was Cox Pharmaceutical's Ecstasy Island headquarters looked less foreboding than it had the night before as Doug and Derek alit from the bright green golf cart Kevin had arranged for them. "We brought you something," Doug told Dustin Dillon as the boy lay out naked on the adjustable hospital bed in the Cox Pharm infirmary. Derek pulled from behind his back a bouquet of flowers. Doug produced a tube of Preparation H, which Boris had obtained for them at the staff commissary. "Thanks, guys, you really shouldn't have," Dustin gushed. "You really SHOULD have brought candy, or maybe a Duralon or two, they won't give me either one here and look, my COCK...first time it's been like that...this long for YEARS?" "How long?" Derek laughed. "Well, you know, usually it's about seven inches but now..." Dustin deliberately misinterpreted Derek's question. "Stupid fucker, how long have you...gone without?" Derek reworded his question. "It's been almost 24 hours, man, I need to cum so badddd...and look, it's not even a little bit hard," Dustin complained, listlessly flipping and flopping his limp cock one way then the other. "Go ahead, suck it, the damned thing's like a limp noodle..." To Dustin's surprise, Derek bent forward and did just as the boy had asked. "See, nothing..." Dustin sighed in dispair, "I've been on Duralon so long, I can't even get a little bit stiff without...mmmm...okay, maybe a LITTLE BIT stiff but..." Dustin paused for a long moment as he found himself beginning to feel the effects of Derek's talented lips and tongue on his cock. "Damn, he's good," he finally admitted. "Gettin' hard?" Doug questioned. "A little..." Dustin admitted. "Okay, MORE than a little..." "See, you don't need Duralon as bad as you thought, not when you got friends," Doug smiled down at the boy, watching him enjoy sexual pleasure again for the first time in more than twelve hours. It was probably the longest the boy had gone without shooting his cum in MONTHS...maybe YEARS. "He tried to get ME to do that," Dr. Howard smiled as he joined the trio. "He's my only patient today." "You don't consider blowjobs proper medical treatment?" Doug grinned as he and the doctor observed Derek's version of "just what the doctor (didn't) order." "Well, not for hemmorhoids, anyway," the doctor suppressed a leacherous grin. "It was...he was tempting though...he's such a beautiful young boy. One of Jim Loin's playthings, right?" "Mr. Loin seems to have exquisite taste in boys," Doug observed. "That and having his pick of almost 300 boys here on the island helps too. Your friend's very fortunate," the doctor continued. "As much as the honorable Mr. Loin loves boys, his sex drive isn't what it used to be. "He's more of a...collector, as opposed to a user, I take it," Doug found himself taking on a fresh impression of the burley hunk of balding manhood. "Well, yes, which would explain why young Mr. Dillon here could develop hemmorhoids without being aware of it," the doctor explained. "He seldom got fucked...well...until...YOU came along, that is." "Listen, doc, I told you, I'm soooo sorry, I didn't mean to..." Doug began once more slipping into a desperate, appologetic depression. "I understand. If it hadn't been YOU, it'd have been someone else...maybe even ME," the attractive young doctor smiled. "There's no way you could have known. HE didn't even know." "OOhahhahhhhhahahhah fuccckkkkk, Derek, fuuuuccccckk...fuccckkkkkk...fuccckkkkk, I'm fuckin' feelin' it, feelin' it, ooghoaiehroh god, man, suckin' me, man, suckin' my cock, suckin' me off, suckin' me, suckin' me, god, I'm so hard again...feels good...feels good...feels good to feel my cock big and hard and...Ooaoheoaiehrhhahhh fuccckkkkkk...you suck good, man, ohhahhah god, you give GREAT head, man, oohahhahhh fucccckkk...fucccckkkk....FUCCCK...FUCKKKKKKK...FUCCCKKKKKKK AOGIHEOIHA GOD, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING, I'M CCUMMMINNNNNNNNNNNGGGG...GOEOHEOHOIEHROH GOD, I NEEDED THIS, AOGHEOAIHEORIH YEAH, OIEHAOIEHORIH GOD, POPPIN' MY LOAD, MOTHAFUCKER, GIVIN YA MY CUM, MAN, AGHEOAIEHROIHO GOD, YEAH, YEAHHHH, EAT ME, FUCKER, EAT MY CUM, GBHAOEIHROIH GOD, FEELS GOOD, FEELS GOOOD...AGIEAOEHROIHOIH GOD, CUMMIN' AND CUMMIIN' AND CUMMIN' AND...AGHIEOAIHEORIHOGHHHAHH!!!" Derek pulled off. Dustin was more than he'd bargained for. The kid had been STOCKPILING his thick, hot, spurting boy-juices, and without the mildly sweet flavor Duralon tended to add to most boys' cum, Dustin's offering was far from delectable. Derek's hand replaced his lips on the boy's stiff, young sexual appendage as he continued rapidly stroking the spurting hard boy-cock. OhhhhHHOhh hHHooooHAHHHHH FUCCK, KID, YOU'RE REALLY BLOWIN' A GEYSER THIS TIME, OHHHH FUCK, DOC, YOU SURE YOU DON'T WANNA CAPTURE SOME OF THIS STIFF FOR YOUR COCK CREAM FACTORY, THIS KID'S GOIN' APE-SHIT, ORGASMING ALL OVER THE FUCKIN' PLACE. FUCCCCKKKK, DUSTIN, TAKE IT EASY, SAVE SOME FOR THE FUCKIN' NEXT TIME, KID, THERE IS GOING TO BE A TOMORROW I'M TOLD!!" "DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP, KEEP DOIN' IT TO ME, KEEP JACKIN' ME, KEEP DRAININ' MY COCK, MAN, KEEP DRAININ' MY CUM, KEEP DOIN' IT, GHEOAIEHROIHOI FUCK THIS FEELS GOOD, THE FEELING, THE FEELING, DEREK, FEELS TWICE AS GOOD AS EVER BEFORE, MAN, GHOEIHOAEIHRO FUCK, IF THIS IS WHAT GOIN' OFF DURALON FEELS LIKE, MAN, I MAY....AIGIEAIHEROAIEHRHHAHEHRIIIGHEHAHGHHEHH GOD, I CAN'T STOP, I CAN'T STOP, DOC, I CAN'T FUCKIN' STOP CUMMIN', GHOOAOEIIIEIIEHHHH GOD, MY COCK, MY COCK, STILL SPURTIN', GHEOAIOEROIAHEOIH MY GOD, THE FEELING, THE FEELING, SO SHARP, SO HOT, SO...AWESOME!" "My gift to YOU boy," Dr. Howard smiled down at the wildly orgasming boy. "We've been experimenting with causing boys to break what we call the 'Duralon cycle'." "Is it always like this when the boys go off the drug?" Doug questioned, the doctor's words arousing his curiosity, given what Cox Pharm wanted to do to HIS boys. "No, not usually," the doctor commented. Then he laughed. "Usually it's WORSE." "WORSE?" Derek looked up from what his hand was doing to Dustin's cock. He suddenly stopped. "Or BETTER, depending upon your point of view," Dr. Mike Howard informed them. "If you're a FOURTEEN-year-old boy, it's the mother of all orgasms, long, hard, and excruciatitingly intense...pretty much what you're seeing here now." "aAIIIIiiIIIIIIIiiiiiiiiiIIIIIEEEE, DOC, MY COCK, MY COCK, AHGOEOAIEORH GOD, FEELS GOOD, FEELS...FEELS...HAIEOIHOAIEHROIEHOIH FUCK, FEELS TOOOOOOO GOOD, GHEOAIHEORIHA GOD, HGEOIAHEORIH FUCK, MAKE IT STOP, MAKE IT STOP, GHOEAIHEORHO FUCCCCCCCKKKK...FUCCCCCKKKKKAKEHOIHOIHAOEIRH GOD, I CAN'T...CAN'T...GGHAOEIRHOEIHROAIEIRHAOIH GOD, STAND IT...STAND...STAND IT, I...I..." Dustin cried out in pleasure so intense it was starting to become painful. "Here...let me," the doctor forced Derek's hands aside then firmly gripped Dustin's hard, throbbing, pulsating, wildly ejaculating boy-cock, squeezing it, literally cutting off the flow as he would a runaway garden hose. "iiiiiaiieiIEIIIEIAEHRHHGEIIAEOEOIEHGOIHEOIHGO GOD, FUCCCK, GOIEHAOIEHROIH GOD, DOC THAT HURTS THAT...LGOEAIHEORIAHOEIHOIH....GHEOIAHEORIIHOIH...FUCK...FUCK...FEELS...FEELS BETTER, OHHHH... OOEAHGOEIHAOEIHR FUCCCKKKKK....FUCK...FUCK, THANKS, THANKS, MAN, I THOUGHT I WAS GONNA LOSE IT THERE FOR A SECOND," Dustin gasped as he slowly drifted down from his orgasmic high. "My god, Doc, you fuckin' scared the SHIT outta me, I never saw a boy orgasm like that...lose control, go fuckin' off the deep end like that," Derek was just about half a degree short of being angry with the Doogie Houser lookalike. "Why didn't you tell me not to set him off like that?" "All in the name of medical science," Dr. Howard told Derek calmly. He checked a tiny medical device on Dustin's arm. "He just hit...mmmm...not bad, 173.6. That's a little better than average." "Mind tellin' us what the fuck you're talking about," Doug suddenly exploded from the tension. "What's that thing on his arm?" "I'm sorry...this looks worse than it was," Dr. Howard appologized. "This is an orgasmitronic alameter. I do two or three of these a week. We call it orgasmic overload." "NO SHIT!" Derek exhaled. "In running tests on the boys, really, we're running tests on Duralon itself," the doctor began to explain. "You see, we caluclate about 57% of all Duralon world-wide is consumed by those under 20 years of age. And, as you might guess, very often it's abused. Now we've built into the formula a vomiting agent. You take too many...enough to endanger your health, you throw up, rid the system." "Yeah, I've seen that," Derek agreed. "But...what the fucks that got to do with what this poor boy just went through?" "When something makes you sick, what do you do?" the doctor asked. "Well, I guess I..." Derek suddenly realized the doctor's reasoning. "I stop...stop taking it." "Precisely," the doctor smiled. "And when that happens...THIS happens," Doug followed along. "What you just saw is...well, as Mr. Spock used to say, 'crude, but effective'." "It's enough to make ya give us SEX!" Dustin abruptly joined the conversation. "Enjoy your orgasm, kid?" Dr. Howard smiled down at the sexually depleted young boy. "Not really," Dustin admitted, a pained look on his face. "It gonna be like that every time I cum from now on?" The doctor shook his head. "No, I assume you're going back on Duralon when you go home, right?" "FUCCCCKKKK...I'm not so sure, after THAT!" Dustin groaned, still feeling a painful ache in his groin. "How many were you taking per day?" the doctor asked softly. "Two, sometimes three," Dustin admitted. "Threes, right? D-3s?" "I never touch anything stronger," Dustin swore. "Very wise," the doctor pronounced. "We're only now starting to get a handle on the potential for Duralon addiction. That's why I had Dustin remain here overnight." "I wondered about that...hemmorhoids are seldom life-threatening," Derek laughed. "No, but Duralon IS," the doctor startled them by announcing. "No shit?" Doug gasped. "Not when used according to directions...and for occassional use only, but..." the doctor shook his head sadly, taking a deep breath. "Here on Ecstasy...Duralon is a way of life...if not for the guests, certainly for the boys servicing them." "DAMN..." Derek shook his head in dismay. "We do our best to monitor usage...warn the boys...hell, we cut'em off, if need be...better a limp dick than a limp body," the doctor quipped. "But..." Doug intoned, waiting for the rest of the story. "Jim Loin apparently has an unlimited stash," the doctor guessed. "Surprise, surprise," Derek frowned. "Dustin, when you go back, I want you to tell the other boys over there to get their hot and horny little butts over here...TODAY...no...this fuckin' AFTERNOON...you got that, kid, this FUCKIN' AFTERNOON!" the doctor emphasized, raising his voice, growing angry, startling the grown men and scaring the living shit out of Dustin. A short time later Dr. Howard released Dustin. Derek and Doug gave him their golf cart to get back to Jim Loin's private bordello where Dustin was under strict doctor's orders to round up the other six boys Jim Loin called his "staff" and get them back to the clinic as soon as possible. Meanwhile. Dr. Howard took Derek and Doug up to the third floor executive offices. It seemed strange seeing all the Cox Pharm workers, (about 95% male) busily doing their various jobs yet every one of them was completely, and utterly stark, jaybird NAKED. "I take it today is 'casual' Tuesday?" Derek joked. "No, casual day is Friday," Mike Howard smiled induligently. "That's when everyone wears suits and ties, right?" Doug quipped. "Everyone goes without makeup or deodorant," the doctor told them dryly as he dealt with the handsome male secretary guarding the most grandeloquent doorway Derek had ever seen. "The president of the universe, I take it?" Derek nodded toward the massive, carved stone doorway. "Almost," the secretary commented, having overhear him, "Though he THINKS he is, sometimes." "Director of research an development, Dr. Duncan...Donald Ronald Duncan III." Mike Howard said, directing Derek's attention to a gold plate on the door with the man's full name engraved upon it in letters two inches tall. Derek started laughing. "What?" Doug questioned. "Donald McRonald? He sell hamburgers on the side?" Derek tried to restrain his humor. The others waiting in the office to see the man looked up in horror. They were apparently Cox Pharm employees. "Go on in, Dr. McRon...Duncan...Dr. Duncan will see you now." the hunk of a secretary directed, his face starting to glow red. "Watch the jokes," Doug whispered as Dr. Howard led them through the massive double doors. The man behind the desk rose to his feet. Like the others he was completely naked though his cock was not standing straight up like those of his staff. "Mr. Chandler, Mr. Bristol, I'm Don Duncan, I'm so glad you decided to take time from your visit to Ecstasy to come over and talk a little business. "You're not what I expected," Derek confessed as he shook hands with the man. "Oh? Disappointed?" the man looked down at his limp dick then the rest of his well-toned, slender body. "Oh, no, don't get me wrong, you're very attractive...even your...and don't worry about...you know...one get's a little tired of seeing virtually EVERYONE on the island with a hardon," Derek explained his comment, ignoring the fact that HIS cock was also hard. "No, I guess I was expecting an older man, white hair, droopy moustache, somewhat hunched over..." "That would be Dr. Markosky," Don Duncan smiled. "And you're not likely to see him unless the moon happens to be blue," Mike Howard laughed. "I've been here since the place opened and I've seen him exactly ONCE...and then only from behind." "He's what you might call 'anti-social'," Dr. Duncan pronounced. "He's the Einstein behind all this..." Mike Howard added, as he searched for just the right descriptive noun to use in the presence of his boss. "...This," he gestured broadly, falling back on his original pronoun. "Yes...well, as Dr. Mike suggests...he's holed up somewhere down in the basement with his computer, his Sears and Roebuck chemistry set, his cats..." "Three of them..." Mike added. "Thinking," Mr. Duncan continued. "God only knows WHAT he's thinking...I shudder to think, but..." "The typical, reclusive, mad scientist," Doug suggested. "He naked too?" Derek tried not to laugh or even smile as the three of them sat down in comfortable chairs in front of Don Duncan's desk. "As a matter of fact, no, he is not...absolutely refuses to..." Don began. "Thank god! We make allowances...eccentric as hell...everyone stays clear the fuck away from him as much as possible," Dr. Howard explained. "Brillant, though...holds...what, Mike, close to 100 patents now, conservatively valued at MORE than a billion dollars," Mr. Duncan went on. "Bathes twice a year whether he needs to or not. Even I seldom see him. I talk to him daily but...believe me, it works out better that way." "He invent Duralon?" Derek asked. "He and Dr. Albert Stevens. He died a couple years ago," Dr. Duncan said sadly. "He was a colleague of mine...close personal friend...I...I still miss him. He's the one brought me on board at Cox as director of R & D." "Doctor, that's all very interesting, but...what's this shit about changing boys' DNA, inducing puberty, building hard cocks twelve different ways?" Doug asked bluntly, having grown tired of the small-talk." "Now I'M the one disappointed," Dr. Duncan sighed, slumping back in his chair. "I'd hoped you would approach this with an open mind, anxious to learn of the amazing scientific discoveries we're making here at Cox Pharm virtually every hour of the day." "Not where my two precious little boys are concerned, I'm not the least bit open-minded," Doug rejoined the doctor's bland PR." "Of course, I'm sorry," Dr. Duncan appologized. "You're a loving father...you're sexually involved with the boys too, right?" "You have an efficient grapevine...you have live video too?" Doug shot back snidely. Dr. Duncan was silent for a long moment. "No," he finally added simply. "I understand your boys...you're daughter too...are very...beautiful...very sexually attractive young people; I didn't mean what I said to sound judgmental. I, too, have developed a certain taste for young boys. It'd be hard living and working around a place like this and NOT becoming...attracted..." "You married, have children of your own?" Derek questioned the man, his reporter tendencies coming to the fore. "If you're asking if I'm gay, the answer is yes. Dr. Stevens was MORE than just my mentor..." Dr. Duncan added. "...MUCH...more." "So you have no idea the kind of...TORTURE...this...proposal...this offer of yours is putting me through," Doug erupted, just short of anger. "I suppose not," Dr. Duncan admitted, "though you're the FIFTH parent I've had to come to terms with in order to put together the boys for...'Project PBT', so don't think I'm not familiar with your...reservations regarding all this." "PBT?" Derek questioned. Mike laughed. "It's kind of an inside joke. Stands for 'Pooh Bear Tea'." "I beg your pardon?" Doug cocked his head slightly. "Pooh Bear Tea...Puberty," Dr. Duncan explained. "The Neanderthals downstairs in the cave have a weird sense of humor." "Okay, so what is this Project PBT?" Doug demanded, "And don't give me no PR bullshit about cutting edge genetic research or a bunch of scientific mumbo-jumbo either. I'm no rocket scientist. Come on, spill the beans in plain English." Dr. Duncan's face grew firm as silence ensued. "No." The silence did some more ensuing. After several long moments, Doug suddenly got up to leave. "Sit back down, Mr. Bristol," Dr. Duncan ordered, his voice firm but calm. Derek was startled but said nothing. Here was a man not accustomed to spilling anything, especially beans; also a man not easily intimidated. Doug hesitated, then complied. "Mr. Bristol, I won't bullshit you, we DO need your boys." Dr. Duncan began again. "But I'm also not going to kiss your fuckin' ASS to get them." Doug's head snapped up in surpise, but he restrained the urge to verbally snap back. "I don't have to tell you how rare it is to find a set of pre-pubic, mono-zygotic twin boys who also happen to be sexually active." Dr. Duncan continued evenly. "Project PBT has been held up for almost a year as we searched for the five sets of male test subjects the right age and...family disposition, shall we say. We've combed the world over for these boys. Your pair, for instance, would be the only boys from the U.S. The others are from the U.K., Australia, Italy, and...I'm sorry, I can't recall the other country, but suffice to say, the search has been lengthy and quite difficult." "Brazil," Dr. Howard filled in the missing nation. "Thanks." Duncan continued, "As for more details on the nature of our research, on what type of tests would be conducted, Mr. Bristol, you already KNOW more about this project than any of the other parents and FAR more than ANYONE not associated with Cox Pharm. This project is SO secret one of our scientists was KIDNAPPED by...one of our competitors. He's okay now...he was released. He's on administrative leave at the moment. Word has it they threatened to KILL him." Once more silence descended like a heavy cloak over the three men. "Still want to know more about PBT?" Dr. Duncan asked. Doug shook his head slowly, eyes downcast. "Let me assure you, your boys would be in no such danger," Dr. Duncan continued slowly. "Ecstasy Island is the perfect place for such tests...pleasant, warm, loving, and secure. I understand Jim Loin has made you a very generous offer, far more than any of the other families involved. Best of all, you'll be here to watch over your boys. And let me promise you, if you see any ill effects damaging to your sons in any way, you'll have the option of calling a halt at a moment's notice. EcstasyInc would of course, expect some financial adjustments..." "What KIND of adjustments," Doug asked quietly. Dr. Duncan shrugged. "You're a businessman, Mr. Bristol...in real estate I believe, right? I'm sure you'd know more about such things than I. In any case, I doubt you'd find any cause for concern. The tests will be ongoing for a period of five years with our retaining an option to extend them for an additional five years, depending on the results and the progress we encounter. Likewise, Cox would reserve the right to terminate the tests for any reason, personal, social, medical, or scientific." "I can call a halt at any time?" Doug repeated. "Yes," Dr. Duncan declared firmly. "However, let me assure you, there is absolutely no danger insofar as your boys or any of the test subjects are concerned. Doug, we're not a bunch of mad scientists here conjuring up spells and potions. For example, we've been testing Duralon for more than twelve years now and not one test subject has died or suffered any lasting ill-efects. Am I correct, Dr. Howard?" "Right," Dr. Howard nodded. "Unless you count hemmorhoids," Derek cracked, hoping to relieve the tension. "A side effect resulting from NOT following instructions," Dr. Howard asserted firmly. "In any case, Dustin is a USER, not a test subject. As I said, we try to monitor its use, but we can't CONTROL it like we would in the case of PBT. Also, none of these tests involve Duralon." "Say no more, Dr. Howard," Duncan ordered as he stood, abruptly calling a halt. He briskly extending his hand. "You have the rest of this week to decide, Mr. Bristol."