Date: Wed, 14 Nov 2012 01:53:08 -0500 From: John Marshall Subject: Ecstasy Inc Chapter 1 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." "EcstasyInc," like the previous segment, is unorthodox but quite seductive, as are the figures depicted. Like "Ecstasy Island" and "The Working Boys," and "Ecstasy Renewed," 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. Most of the characters from the earlier stories have returned, 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. ECSTASYINC CHAPTER 1 Jack Jordan parked the Cox International Bentley in front of the Janson bungalow at 12350 Allister Road. It was a little before seven a.m. The overcast sky was barely light. He walked up to the somewhat dilapidated front door and searched for a bell. There was none. He rapped sharply on the door. "Heeeeyyyy...jack old man, I've been expecting you," Jonas Jansen opened the door almost immediately and greeted his old friend from grammar school. "The boys are ready. They've got their bags packed, they can't wait to...as Jamie put it, 'learn how to fly.'" "Jonas, I'm rather looking forward to our little excursion myself," Jack shook hands with Jonas then pulled him into a warm embrace. "I'm so happy you're giving the boys this opportunity to get out, see the rest of the world, enjoy their youth, the way we never had the chance to when we were their age." "Boys, your ride to Heathrow is here," Jonas called as he heard the sound of both his two nine-year-olds bounding down the narrow stairs from the tiny bedroom they shared. "Ohhhhh, Jonas, your two young lads are so beautiful...so handsome...so...IDENTICAL, I'll bloody well have a hell of a time keeping them straight." "This is Jamie," his father introduced his sons to the man who would accompany them to Ecstasy Island. "You can tell him, by his hair. It's a little longer and a little blonder than Jesse, here." "Boys, I do hope we can become really good friends the next few days," Jack smiled as his eyes drank in such exquisite preadolescent beauty. He worried his cock might give away his weakness for such lovely little boys. "I have your passports right here. The photographs your father took of you don't do either of you justice." "We're looking forward to it, sir," Jesse smiled, his delicate, sweet face so wonderously adorable, his voice so light and lilting as to be almost feminine. "Are we really going to fly off in a Boeing 747?" Jamie asked excitedly. "I wouldn't be surprised; British Airways has several," Jack told the boy, "though I'm not sure if they have them on the London to Miami route or not." "I'll be SO disappointed if they don't," Jamie proclaimed. "He'll probably decide to give it a go at swimming to Nassau if they don't," Jesse joked. "I promise you, it'll be a very large aircraft, almost as big and spacious as the Boeing number," Jack hugged both boys. "Now kiss your poor father goodbye then grab your bags and we'll be off into the wild blue yonder. Our flight leaves at 9:40. Let's hope the morning traffic isn't too bleedin' dense." "I had the boys pack some scones if maybe you could grab them a spot of tea, then they'll be set for the morning commute," Jonas told his old school chum as he hugged each boy and kissed them on the foreheads. "I have a hot bottle in the car," Jack assured the doting father as the boys opened the front door and headed down the brick path toward the navy blue automobile. "Would you look at that, a bloomin' Bentley," Jamie cried in delight in seeing the car. "I've never ridden in a Bently motorcar before," Jesse added his own words of joy in embarking on their new adventure. He ran around the far side and climbed into the front seat, leaving his brother to ride alone in the back. "I feel like Prince Harry riding off to Windsor Castle," Jamie proclaimed as he perched primly on the edge of the back seat, his eyes surveying the bright complexities of the dashboard. "Fasten your shoulder harnesses boys, we're cleared for takeoff," Jack announced, playing off the boys excitement over their upcoming first flight in an airplane. He started the engine and released the hand break. "And we're off, next stop Ecstasy Island...except for brief appearances at Heathrow and Miami and Nassau." "Tell us, what is Ecstasy Island like?" Jesse probed. "Does it have lots of sandy beaches and beautiful babes in thong bikinis?" "Babes? Thong bikinis? What do you know about such things?" Jack laughed in surprise that the boys' primary curiosity should be sexual. "We DON'T," Jamie laughed. "We were hoping you might inform us." "We know where babies come from," Jesse proclaimed proudly. "Papa told us just a few days ago." "Yeah, babies come from babes," Jamie laughed. "Although the procedure in propagating them seems to me somewhat messy and awkward," Jesse added. "Young man, you are wise beyond your years," Jack told him. "It is indeed, quite pleasant but really quite awkward and...messy...bloody sloppy, actually." "Papa showed us a picture. He said we ought to be aware of such matters before departing for a holiday resort," Jamie explained. "Your father is very wise as well," Jack told them as he pulled the Bently onto the main highway heading toward London. "Even though you lads are really quite young for such things, the fact is, they don't call it Ecstasy Island for nothing." "I beg your pardon, sir, what do you mean?" Jesse asked politely. "Jesse, I guess I should tell you now," Jack decided. "On Ecstasy Island, the babes don't wear bikinis...thongs or otherwise. In fact, they don't wear ANYTHING?" "STARKERS?" Jamie gasped in surprise. "Uhhh...yes, however, boys, you aren't going to see many...babes...on Ecstasy Island. "Ohhh..." Jesse reacted in dismay. "You mean...there's only naked BLOKES...chaps like us running around...in the all together?" Jamie inferred. "Well, yes and no," Jack sought to explain. "There you'll see mostly adults...young adults, younger than forty...and boys slightly older than you, mostly twelve, thirteen...up to sixteen...some older, but..." "All NAKED?" Jesse added to his brother's inferences. "Yes," Jack replied quite frankly, hoping to build trust with the boys as well as to foster a degree of dependence. "You see, lads, on Ecstasy Island, it's actually against the law to wear clothes of any kind." Both boys were suddenly and completely silent. "Looks like I packed all my skivvies for nothing," Jamie eventually noted. "I hope it's bloody warmer there than it is HERE," Jesse shivered involuntarily at the thought. Jack laughed, pleased that the boys had expressed no outright revulsion at the thought of living daily in the nude. "It is quite warm...quite pleasant. The average temperature in the Land of Ecstasy is 78 degrees. And, though you may feel a little...uncomfortable for a short time upon your arrival, before long you'll begin to enjoy the freedom of total nudity." "Will we get to see YOU naked?" Jesse questioned softly. Jack smiled over at the boy. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." ----------- The traffic was light so early in the morning. It was the middle of the week, a Wednesday; the airport was busy but not overhelmed. Inasmuch as they carried no checked luggage and only two carry-on bags, moving through security was also realitively speedy. The boys even had plenty of time for their breakfast of tea and scones. To Jamie's disappointment, the plane was not a Boeing 747 but a 777, though he was somewhat mollified to find they were flying first class. Jack explained that Cox Pharm considerd them very important people and would spare no expense in getting them too Ecstasy. "This is really spiffy," Jamie announced his critique of the accomodations as his tiny body nestled comfortably in the oversized seats. Jesse had commandeered a window seat, his nose practically glued to to the plastic "glass" as he drank in all the busy preflight activity on the tarmac. "There's a 747, wonder where it's going?" "They use the 747s on very long flights." Jack explained to the boy. "We're only traveling about 4,400 miles...eight hours and twenty minutes from takeoff to landing." "Wow, we must be going about a thousand kilometers an hour," Jamie guessed. "Close, something more like 900, I think...590 miles per hour." Jack informed the boy. "It'll be about two p.m. when we get to Miami. "That's not eight hours from now?" Jesse noted in surprise. "Right...you have to take the time differences and the speed into account," Jack continued for the benefit of his young ward. "It's all very complicated, even I have trouble calculating." "Hear that? We're about to take off?" Jamie's ears picked up the rising pitch of the engines, then felt the aircraft lurch gently from the gate. "We're just taxiing," Jesse observed, still glued to his window. "Yes, it always seems like we taxi halfway to Picadilly before we actually start the takeoff run," Jack advised the boys. "Hopefully, the traffic this morning will be as light as it was getting here. "Who's going to retrieve the motorcar?" Jamie questioned. "Someone from Cox will pick it up this afternoon," Jack smiled down at the beautiful, little bowl-cut blond creature seated next to him. He was as anxious to get to Ecstasy as they were. He could hardly wait to see such a seductive young boy totally nude with his little-boy cock sprouting up and out from his thin, hairless groin. He made a bet with himself the boy would have at least five inches. "What kind of tests will the scientists be doing?" Jamie asked as the jet continued toward the runway. "Will they be painful?" "No, I don't think so, Jamie," Jack sought to reassure the boy, though in fact, he had no earthly idea what the doctors associated with "Project Pooh Bear Tea" had in mind; and only the vaguest idea as to why they wanted only prepbescent twin boys. His only concern at the moment was what someone at Cox Pharm had dubbed "Project Pooh Bear Harvest." "Will we have to swallow nasty medicines, elixirs, or potions?" Jamie pursued his growing misgivings. "No, Jamie, in fact, I think you'll find the tests to be quite pleasant," Jack told the sweetly innocent lad. "The doctors at Cox Pharm are very nice men...and women too, actually; they'd never do anything to hurt you...never." Given the nature of Cox Pharm's product line and almost singular interest in male sexual development, Jack pretty well knew the tests would be centered on the boys' immature genitals, but little beyond that. "I can feel it...we're going faster," Jamie said with some excitement, his innocent young mind shifting from the future to the present. "A little perhaps," Jesse reported from his window seat, "maybe twenty...thirty klicks. Heathrow is a super big facility." The cabin steward made one last pass checking everyone's seatbelts, "Looks like you have on your hands a couple aviation virgins," he noted warmly, "and TWINS at that, you boys looking forward to America?" Jack smiled at the young man's choice of words, wondering if he'd somehow telegraphed his more than passing interest in the boys virginity. "We're not going to America we're going to..."Jamie, the talkative twin began. "Nassau...the Bahamas, actually, for some medical tests," Jack hastily interrupted, in case the attractive twenty-something man might know of Ecstasy Island and it's reputation for devouring lovely young school boys." "I see, well, if either of you would like anything...anything I can provide, please don't hesitate to ring me up," the steward smiled induligently. "I might even be able to square you away with a quick tour of the cockpit. Would you like that?" "Yes, sir...yes, sir, indeed," Jesse lit up like a Grover Square stoplight voicing his undying gratitude at the prospect. "I'm sure the boys would appreciate such a kind gesture," Jack smiled up at the man as the jet began a sharp right turn onto the runway. "I must be off...duty calls," the steward dismissed himself, hurrying to his jumpseat in the front of the cabin. "He's a very nice man...a bit of a fairy I should think," Jamie observed, "but quite hospitable." Jack almost choked on his breath mint. Good lord, the kid had "gaydar." "You mustn't judge by appearances," he advised. "We're reving up," Jesse announced, the excited tension in his boyish voice rising in pitch. "Feels like we're going quite fast and we're still on the ground," Jamie strained to see the landscape zipping by outside his brother's window. "Takeoff velocity is around 120 miles per hour," Jack leaned back, enjoying the sensation of speed. "How much is that in kilometers?" Jamie wanted to know as he too was forced back into his see by the accelerating forces. "I'm not sure, two-hundred, maybe?" Jack guessed. "WOW, I've never traveled this fast before...and we're still on the bleedin' GROUND," Jesse gushed as he began worrying as to whether such a big aircraft could ever leave the runway. "Ooooooo...did you feel that," Jack smiled down at the boys as they were suddenly airborne. "We're FYING!" Jack cried, his excitement eliciting chuckles among nearby passengers. "SMOOOOOTTTHHHHHHH..." Jamie cooed softly his tiny fingers clutching the arm rests, betraying his tense uncertainty as to just how much he was enjoying the takeoff. "Looook, all the buildings, they're like miniatures," Jesse gasped. "I can see the whole bloody airport." "Feels like we're going straight UP!" Jamie exhaled just short of turning blue. "About 25 degrees, I'd guess," Jack told the boy, "well short of 90." "Hey...I can't see any more...we're in the bloomin' clouds..." Jesse sighed in disappointment as his view suddenly evaporated in the low-hanging mist. "I believe I heard someone say the ceiling was around five-thousand feet," Jack explained. "Just wait until we get on TOP of the clouds, the view is spectacular," he promised. "How much is that in meters?" Jamie requested. "I'm sorry, Jamie, I can't calculate such big numbers," Jack smiled down at the boy. "Would you be satisfied with simply...'high'?" "About 1500," Jesse did the math, "still nothing but fucking fog." "JESSE," Jack gasped in horror. "Sorry," Jesse recoiled, his heightened emotions having exceeded his sense of proper verbiage. The plane soon began leveling out, the incline gradually reduced to around five to ten degrees. Once they popped above the cloud cover Jesse once more began almost kissing his window, drinking in every last nuance of his first airborne experience. Jamie, meanwhile, found a complimentary handheld game in the seat compartment and lapsed into silent concentration upon that. Jack, for his part settled back in his spacious reclining seat and drifted off. Lunch, some four hours later, was beef Wellington. Jack chose the Halibut. The boys sat up straight, minded their manners almost to a fault, without a single drop of brown gravy spotting their identical white shirts and royal blue, windsor-knotted ties. Jack sent a brief text message via his satelite phone to the Cox home office in Nassau that the British element of "Project Pooh Bear Harvest" was off on schedule and proceeding without a hitch. He failed to mention Jesse's minor faux-pas. Drinks came a couple hours more into the flight. Jack chose a scotch on the rocks, the boys, ginger ale, though Jamie hinted rather pointedly that he'd not refuse if Jack wished to offer him a bit of a taste of the spirits. Jack pretended to be obtuse enough not to notice. The flight was smooth until they began their descent, at which time more than a few air pockets gave the boys a riotously fun ride for some ten to fifteen minutes, causing them to realize there was more to flying than fancy food, drinks, and video games. Jesse seemed almost disappointed as they touched down in Miami. It was raining. Visability was limited. They were practically on the ground before Jesse could SEE the ground. Being in first class and with minimal hand baggage, Jack and the boys were among the first to leave the plane. They were hardly in the terminal before Jack recognized Mark Lowenstien hailing them from just beyond the secure area. "Kind of soupy in Miami today," Jack greeted his former colleague over his phone. They'd spent more than a year working together out of New York several months before. "Right," Mark agreed. "Listen, old chap, don't leave the secure area, your flight to Nassau has been delayed because of the...high humidity...so Cox has chartered a chopper for you to Nassau." "Nassau?" Jack reacted, "why not straight to Ecstasy if they're going to that much trouble?" "You kidding, Ecstasy is quite the cauldren this afternoon...wind, rain, low pressure, high seas... No chopper service to Ecstasy today, and tomorrow seems a little iffy." "What's it like in Nassau?" Jack inquired. "Not too bad, cloudy...better than here...this is pretty localized...Florida's famous set-your-watch four o'clock shower." "It's only 2:45," Jack checked his watch. "Okay, don't reset your watch," Mark laughed. "You and the Pooh Bears just have a seat there in the lounge, the chopper pilot will find you and get you out of here within the hour. No need to expose the boys to customs." "Would that be a problem?" Jack asked anxiously. "Probably not, but you know the fussbudgets in Nassau..." "What about Nassau?" Jack wondered aloud." "No sweat, they're gonna drop you off at the Cox heliport," Mark told him. "No sweat?" Jack sighed. "I hate those fucking things...ooops...little ears..." "Cute little ears from what I can see," Mark laughed. "Adorable," Jack whispered into his phone, smiling as he eyed both boys. "Mr. Jordan...?" "Whoa...that was fast," Jack told his old friend. "Cox flock is on the stick today." "Have fun with the young lads," Mark told him. "The old man's in Singapore this week, they'll probably post you to the penthouse for the night." "Really? Hmmmm...should be...interesting," Jack smiled, his fear of flying to tall buildings receding somewhat. "Keep it clean," Mark warned. "But let me know all the gorey details." "Gotta go, this guy's threatening to take the boys and run," Jack told Mark. "Bye." It was Jack who had to run. The pilot and the boys were almost to the shuttle port before he breathlessly caught up. "I'm Jack Jordan...this is Jesse and Jamie....or Jamie and Jesse..." "You had it right the first time," Jamie laughed. "And this is our pilot Alfonso," Jamie introduced him before the pilot had the chance to say a word. "Alfonso, glad to meet you," Jack shook hands with the Latino pilot. "How's things upstairs?" "Not good, but passable," the man admitted as he used his key card to open the exit door. The boys made a dash through the moderate shower and the pavement puddles to the canvas-covered shuttle. "Woooooo, just like London this time of year," Jesse laughed, enjoying the damp weather far more than jack. "Sorry I couldn't locate an enclosed shuttle, but they're rare as pigeon teeth when it gets moist like this," Alfonso appologized as the driver lurched them out into the downpour. "Hang on, this guy is from Daytona...not the city, the speedway. "That's where the Americans race up and down the beach in muscle cars," Jamie told his brother knowledgeably. "Only if you wanna get arrested," the driver smiled over his shoulder at the lithesome young boys. "Most of the racing is on the track...has been for more'n half a century. What year were you BORN, kid?" "2003," Jamie told the man. "I'm afraid, sir, my knowledge of American racing is a bit third-hand." "Charming...little Brits...off to Nassau, warm beaches, casinos, waterslides, dolphins, catamarands, half-naked chicks..." "That's enough," Jack said sharply. He sensed where the driver was going and it wasn't simply to their chopper. Moreover, he wasn't at all sure Jamie had the good sense not to go into some detail as to their eventual purpose and destination. Both the driver and Jamie took notice that the conversation had gone quite far enough. "You handled that very well," Alfonso whispered to Jack as the boys anxiously climbed aboard the aircraft. "Mack's a first-class snoop." "I had something of a lower level opinion of him," Jack acknowledge as he dodged between the raindrops and climbed aboard the spacious chopper. "Looks like they sent the Big Bird. Worried about turbulence and the four-passenger chopper?" "THEY weren't but I was," Alfonso admitted. "I hate setting this...gotta watch my language, right? "I hate flying in this kind of weather, and if it's the least bit gusty, you're gonna end up on the front lawn." "Be gentle, they're virgins," Jack joked as the pilot settled in beside his co-pilot, whom he introduced as Amos. "We're not virgins anymore, we've flown before," Jamie announced, once more reminding his mentor that little boys have big ears. "Believe me, my young master, you're still a virgin," Jack insisted smiling, mussing the boy's blob of silky blond hair as they strapped in. "For now, anyway." "It's LOUD," Jesse noted pointlessly. No one could hear him. Whereas before, the takeoff had been the high point of the whole flight, this time, despite the weather, the Big Bird lifted off the tarmac with such gentle ease Jack could see a look of dismay and disappointment cross Jesse's sweetly boyish face. Jack pointed to headphones hanging on the bulkhead next to the boys who faced forward from the back while he sat facing them, his back to the pilot. The two boys quickly donned them and adjusted them to fit their tiny heads and big hair. "Can you hear me now?" Jack joked. "Testing, one, two, three," Jesse intoned. "That's all the higher he can count," Jamie tested his own mic. "This is even weirder than the Boeing 777," Jesse took note as he watched Miami Beach come and go out his window. "How long before we get to Nassau?" "Well, that depends upon how much time the pilot can make in this weather," Jack told him as they rocked a bit in the intermitent gusts, "At least an hour, maybe more." "I think I'm kind of partial to 777s," Jamie announced as they bopped along, "glad I'm not hungry." "We'll be out of this...spit...in a few minutes," the pilot announced over their headphones. "We might even see a little sun along the way, unless this low is shifting offshore." "I can't wait till we get to Nassau," Jamie forced a smile, watching Jack intently for any sign of fear or foreboding. "Neither can I, Jamie," Jack smiled back the the boy confidently, at the same time hoping the boy's "gaydar" wasn't as sharp as it had seemed on the plane, "neither can I."