Date: Mon, 21 Jan 2013 00:28:22 -0500 From: John Marshall Subject: EcstasyInc 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." "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 25 "How's your cock?" Ronon Parker asked Kevin, his husband, as the two of them were being disconnected from Cox Pharm semon extractors, having just made their daily contribution to the company's prodigious sperm bank. "I'll live to cum another day," Kevin sighed tiredly as the doctor freed him from the apparatus. "You'll get used to it," Ronon smiled over at the boy he loved, "even if it does ruin every other orgasm you'll ever have the rest of your life." "You can say that again...even YOUR blowjobs pale by comparison," Kevin's bare feet found the floor. Ronon laughed. "Actually, love, YOURS sometimes manage to come CLOSE." "God, I'd HOPE so," Kevin put his arm around his husband's waist as they started to leave. "Remember, I TEACH blowjobs, day in and day out, I'd BETTER be good." "Ohhhh...wait...one of my boys was here overnight," Ronon stopped. "One of YOUR boys, actually, a Jeff Lyons. You remember him? I think I'll look in on him." "Yesssss..." Kevin took a deep breath, "cutest little fucker I've had in weeks, barely ten years old but...HOT with a cock in his mouth, let me tell ya." "There's Dr. Mike..." Ronon noticed the least obnoxious of all the Cox Pharm MDs at the end of the hall. "Hey, Doc!" "Well, if it isn't the inimitable Mr. Parker and...YOU," Dr. Mike greeted the Ronon with barely disguised distaste and outright hostility for Kevin. "Peace," Kevin held up a two-fingered "V", smiling. He took a certain inward delight in antagonizing adults, especially the stuffed "shirtless" at Cox Pharm. "Jeff Lyons...where you got him hidden away?" Ronon inquired. He tried to be friendly with all the island's staff, even those at Cox Pharm, but there was plainly no love lost between himself and the "mad scientists." "Sent him home, first thing this morning," Mike told them briskly as he checked his chart. "He's okay?" Kevin asked in surprise. "Mr. Cox, I do NOT release patients UNLESS they're okay," Mike glared down at his five-foot-tall nemesis. "Who's he mentored with now?" Ronon asked. "You're asking ME?" Dr. Mike shifted his gaze back to Ronon. "Isn't that YOUR responsibility?" "Fuck you, who's he with?" Ronon shot back, having not yet received his daily roster. "I think he went home with Dr. d'Angelo when he got off this morning," Mike tersely replied. "He's quartered with the rest of these knob-knockers over in the towers," Kevin told Ronon as the two left Dr. Mike without so much as a "thank you." "Well, at least he's with a doctor," Ronon noted as the two boys headed from the main lobby. "What was he here for....no...let me guess," Kevin asked. "Hypersexuality." "Or in layman's terms, acute horniness," Ronon translated unnecessarily. "He's cute, alright," Kevin joked as they each signed out. "Either of you two got time for a quick blowjob?" the stunningly attractive receptionist inquired. They both ignored him as they left, heading for the Cox Tower across the road. "You know this...'dAngelo?" Ronon asked. "He's cool...not on the Pooh Bear team, by the way," Kevin noted. "Yeah, I know all the Pooh Bear docs...such as they are," Ronon sighed, "...the best of the worst." "Ohhhh...we're in luck, first floor...this way," Kevin noted as he found the doctor's mailbox and apartment number. "He'll probably be sacked out, since he was on duty last night," Ronon worried. "Hmph...not if our hot little Jeffie has anything to say about it," Kevin winked, smiling. "I thought he was supposed to be CURED," Ronon countered. "The doc said he was 'okay,' not CURED," Kevin smirked. "Huh...the door's open," Ronon observed the broad, folding glass door to the tiny, two-room flat. They peered inside. On the oversized bed (all Ecstasy beds were jumbo or larger) was one very naked, very zonked doctor and an equally indisposed little boy, clinging to him. "Musta had a rough night," Kevin observed softly. "The kid IS adorable...doll-like," Ronon smiled down at the two. "Maybe we better come back later," Kevin suggested. "You've got two cocksucking classes and I've got five guest complaints to settle..." Ronon reminded him. "Come on in, we're not asleep, we're just pretending," the young boy whispered. "Hi, Kev." "The doc seems to be a great pretender," Ronon observed. "Okay, maybe HE's asleep, I pretty well wore him out last night," Jeff Lyons relented. "How ya feelin?" Kevin asked, "How ya doin?" "Got it under control, I think," Jeff fingered his flacid penis, "It's been..." he looked at the bedside clock, "five hours since they unhooked me." "Unhooked you?" Ronon questioned the boy. "Fuck yes, they hooked me up to this horny fucking cocksuckin' machine and gave me the mother of all blowjobs," Jeff giggled. "Cured the hell outta me." Kevin and Ronon exchanged dismayed looks, which quickly turned to anger in Ronon's case. "You say you're okay...no more...urges...no more...?" Kevin asked anxiously. "DAMMIT!" Ronon swore. "Go back to sleep, you're cured," the doctor moaned, rolling over, going back to sleep. "You shoot any cum?" Ronon asked. "No...was I supposed to?" Jeff asked innocently. "Err...no...uhhh...HEY! DOC! WAKE THE FUCK UP!" Ronon boldly shook the sleeping physician. "Jeff, I told you..." Dr. d'Angelo stirred. "Who the fuck are YOU?" "My name's Ronon Parker, dean of boys, EcstasyInc, and I need a word with you, if you don't mind," Ronon told him boldly, "...SEVERAL words, in fact." "What the fuck? What time is it?" the doctor struggled upright in bed, his naked little boy still clinging to him. "A little after nine," Ronon informed him. "Your friend here says you had him on an extractor last night. Is that true?" "So....Dr. Mike signed off on..." "FUCK DR. MIKE, where does it say you can use that fuckin' thing on a TEN-YEAR-OLD PRE-PUBE?" Ronon thundered. "Cured him, didn't it?" Tony d'Angelo countered, struggling to regain consciousness. "More likely about KILLED him," Kevin noted more calmly than his husband. "Man, you got that right, thought I was gonna fuckin' DIE. But, god, it felt gooooooddd...fuck...best feeling I ever had, man, that fucker really does a job on ya." "Look, the kid was needing orgasms every fuckin' ten to fifteen minutes," Dr. d'Angelo argued. "I sucked the little fucker off SIX...no, SEVEN TIMES." "Kid, ain't you ever learned to just jack off?" Kevin questioned the boy. "My arm gets tired," Jeff replied lamely. "Don't you blokes teach masturbation over there?" the doctor rudely questioned Kevin. "Why should we, these kids are here to service others, not themselves," Kevin argued. "In fact, we DISCOURAGE it." "Well, next time...if and when he has a relapse, then YOU do the honors, okay? Don't send him to US. We don't have the time...or the ENERGY...to suck off every horny little fuckstick someone diagnoses as...hypersexual." "Come on...we're getting nowhere here..." Ronon complained angrily. "This fuckin' bastard just did what he was told. Jeff, you come with us. Our good friend Dr. Michael Warren has some explaining to do." "How's the other kid doin'?" Jeff asked as he scrambled from the bed, more than a little befuddled by the exchange. "WHAT other kid?" Ronon demanded, trying to subdue his anger somewhat so as not the frighten the boy. "Buddy." "Buddy? Buddy BRISTOL?" Ronon's voice rose once more. "I don't know his last name," Jeff told them. "Man, he shot so much cum last night he ran the thing over, spilled all over the floor. Dr. Mike about SHIT!" "SHIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTT...." Ronon repeated the boy's words in a slightly different, more prolonged context. "Ronon, listen, if it hadn't been last night, he'd been over there right now making his first contribution," Kevin reasoned. "Kevin, when's the last time you ever knew anyone to RUN OVER a sperm collector?" Ronon countered. Kevin was silent. "Come on, let's go stir up some of that shit we've been talking about," Ronon all but dragged Kevin and Jeff back out onto the balcony, heading toward the open plaza and the steps down to the road. "Uhh...doc, you...you can go back to sleep now," Kevin called over his shoulder as he hurried to keep up with Ronon and Jeff. "OUCH, this fuckin' asphalt get's HOT," Jeff complained as the three of them trekked rapidly back across the road to the Cox Pharm temple of adolescent genetic sciences. "Ronon, you sure you know what you're doin?" Kevin questioned. "They ARE doctors, you know, and the boy does seem to be okay?" "You want them routinely hooking up the milking machine to your pre-pubes?" Ronon shot back. "Much as they might enjoy the experience...no, can't say it'd be good for them but..." Kevin didn't see the severe urgency Ronon seemed to. "Besides that, I wanna get to the bottom of this thing with Buddy," Ronon added as they stormed into the Cox Pharm lobby, and straight back the hall toward the clinic. "Hey...Mr. Parker...you forgot to..." the receptionist called after them. "Go back and sign the fuckin' thing," Ronon told Kevin, "...then just listen, you'll know where I am." Kevin was more than happy to comply. Despite his last name, the people at Cox Pharm scared him a little. He found himself wishing they scared Ronon a little too. "YOU again," Dr. Mike not so warmly greeted the visibly disturbed young dean of boys from his cubicle desk. "Jeffery, how ya doin' my man?" "Ain't even been HARD since that machine got me off," Jeff reported. "I should take this straight upstairs but...I'm gonna give you a break, since we're OLD FRIENDS," Ronon stormed. "You mind tellin' me where you get off hookin up a ten-year-old pre-pube to a SPERM extractor? If that ain't malpractice, I don't know what is!" "Ohhhhh, hell, Ronon, we hooked up all TEN of the Pooh Bears the other day...hell, you were HERE...didn't seem to bother you THEN," the doctor reasoned as the thirteen-year-old hovered over him angrily. "Ohhhhhhh yes, yes, it fuckin' BOTHERED me...bothered me plenty, but...in the name of genetic science, I...but this kid, he ain't no fuckin' Pooh Bear...a little overly horny maybe, but you had no RIGHT...there's NOTHING in any treatment books to warrent using those sexual torture racks out there as TREATMENT devices, especially on young boys of TEN!" "Worked, didn't it?" Mike smiled up at Ronon, trying not to exhibit any signs of intimidation. "Did it?" Ronon questioned. "Jeff, when's the last time you had a hardon?" "When the machine sucked me off," Jeff recounted. "What if he's impotent now?" Ronon proposed. "You have any idea how many thousands of dollars EcstasyInc has invested in this beautiful young boy?" "Jack your cock, see if you can get it hard?" the doctor instructed Jeff. "I need someone to suck me," Jeff told them as he began listlessly stroking himself. "Just DO it," Ronon sighed in exasperation as the boy began trying to arrouse himself. "And while were on the subject, what's with the Bristol kid? Ronon turned back to the doctor. "You cleared for Pooh Bear?" Dr. Mike asked dryly, turning his attention to paperwork on his desk. "I asked you a fuckin' question and I don't intend to wade through no damned clearance protocol," Ronon insisted. "I'm not at liberty to discuss personal medical data with..." the doctor began. "Come on, Jeffery, we're gonna take an elevator ride," Ronon angrily grabbed the boy's hand and dragged him, still stroking his cock, down the hall toward the executive elevator. "He's not in..." Dr. Mike called after them from his cubical. Then, more softly, "...and you're gonna need a key to the elevator." Dr. Mike Warren had been right on BOTH counts. The Cox Pharm administrator, Dr. Ron Duncan was, indeed, very much NOT "in," and the elevator refused to cooperate without the key to the executive washroom, which Ronon Parker was not high enough up on the totem pole to be entitled. Likewise, to his dismay, the stairwell leading up to the "man upstairs" as he was euphemistically called, was similarly locked. Though he toyed with the thought of trying to intimidate someone with a key into letting him and Jeffery at least use the stairs, the overall effect was to allow the thirteen-year-old hothead a chance to cool off somewhat. Instead, they met Kevin in the lobby where Ronon took out his frustration on his hapless husband. "And where YOU fuckin' been," he complained. "Listening, like you said," Kevin smiled up at him from a seat in the waiting room where the receptionist could easily ogle his cute young boy-body. "I didn't hear much." "I had in mind for you to come follow along for moral support, if nothing else," Ronon crabbed, "not that you've been much along that line this morning, but..." "While you went off tilting with windmills?" Kevin suppressed a smile he knew would only further antagonize his spouse. "What's wrong, Dr. Mike blow you off?" "The elevator don't work unless ya got a key," Jeff inparted. "And the stairs was locked too." "They musta heard you two coming?" Kevin remarked as he followed Ronon and Jeff out to the golf cart. "Drive me over to the office, there's no key needed to see Darin...or Derek," Ronon told his husband. "You take the limp noodle here with you...see if you can teach him how to jack off." "RONON!" Kevin raised his voice. "That was rude," Jeff complained as well. "Sorry," Ronon muttered under his breath. "I'm sure your...noodle will be fine in a little while...maybe tomorrow." "You really think Derek...or even Darin can...or will...help you fight your little spats with Cox Pharm?" Kevin reasoned. "Maybe...at the very least Derek can fill me in on Buddy's situation," Ronon countered as the golf cart lurched off down the perimiter road toward the causeway to the main island." It was a pretty day, the breeze was refreshing, aided and abetted by the wind from the movement of their open mode of transportation. As a result, Ronon was somewhat less confrontational by the time they stopped in front of the EcstasyInc office tower overlooking the pier. The Arousal was docked, disgorging another round of horny naked people to enjoy the island's adolescent native population for the next week. "Damn, the ship's early, they're not due until this evening," Ronon observed as he alit from the golf cart. "Darin's gonna be up to his pecs in paperwork." "Sounds like a good day NOT to show up at the office," Kevin smirked, glad all he had to do was suck off a new batch of naked little boys arriving on the ship. "I'm gonna need to go wake up a bunch of sleepy boys, herd them into the showers, then talk them into at least ACTING like they're pleased the ship arrived early," Ronon outlined the shape of his day, not to mention the five disguntled guests he was saddled with. "Maybe I can rope Derek into handling the chronic complainers lined up outside my office door." "You're cruel," Kevin smiled. "Right," Ronon agreed, kissing his husband's lips quickly. "Listen, Jeff, I'm sorry for what I said...keep workin' on your nood...cock, let me know if it doesn't cooperate." "Yes, he needs something else to hang around Dr. Duncan's neck," Kevin observed as he and Jeff drove off, heading toward the "cradle" where the newest batch of would-be pleasure boys were already waiting. "How many newbies we expecting?" Jeff asked, once more enjoying the wind and breeze sweeping over his slender, naked little boy-body. "Eight, but I'm hoping a couple didn't make the boat," Kevin complained. "You want me to suck off a few...errr...I mean...demonstrate...?" Jeff offered. "We'll see...thanks for the offer..." Kevin smiled over at beautiful young boy, his lovely blond hair blowing in the wind. "Maybe one of the puppies can help you with YOUR...little problem as well." As expected, Darin was too busy to even say, "Hi, how's your dick?" Ronon merely peeked in his open door, caught his eye, laughed, then mischiefously waved a greeting as he went in search of Derek. To his surprise and relief, he found Derek already taking care of his five disgruntled guests who, it turned out, thanks to Derek's incredible PR displomacy, were already contemplating a return trip the following year. "Thanks for handling my irate guests," Ronon told his old friend and mentor from the "olden days" back in Benton Beach. "Thanks for not showing up to handle them yourself," Derek replied humorlessly. "Actually, they're more of a PR problem than a load I should carry," Ronon asserted. "Not when three of them found your boys more interested in SLEEPING with them than 'sleeping with them'," Derek noted. "I know some of the boys tend to be overworked, but...let me see...Evan, Alec, and Urich...seem to all three have something of a lazy streak a yard wide and a mile long." "I'll talk to them," Ronon agreed. "No. Try beatin' the SHIT out of'em...or threatening to," Derek advised. "Put that irate little temper of yours to work where it'll do some good instead of gettin' on Dr. Mike's case." "He called complaining?" Ronon guessed. "Actually he called your father-in-law, who, fortunately for you, was too busy this morning to take the call. The good doctor was mad as fuckin' hell," Derek reported. "Listen, Ronon, I know you have the boys' best interest at heart, and I love you and respect you for that...so do the boys, but Dr. Mike is one of the few friends we have over there who in any way shares your concerns for the boys. And while he's not overly fond of me, he DETESTS you, and as for Kevin..." "Kevin hardly said a WORD to him," Ronon objected. "Not surprising in that two of his staff threaten to CASTRATE your dear loving husband," Derek imparted. Ronon couldn't help laughing. "Well, that would explain why he wasn't quite his usual obnoxious self this morning." "For which YOU more than made up for," Derek accused. "But he..." "He put one of the newbies on an extractor..." Derek reacted, "Ronon, he IS a doctor, he knows the risks and seems to have proven the benifits." "Yes, and poor Jeffie can't so much as get a hardon, much less have an orgasm," Ronon recounted Jeff's "noodle" problem. "I rather thought that was what the doctor considered to be his cure," Derek winked as he busily filed some papers. "Derek, there's not much demand out there for impotent pleasure boys," Ronon argued. "Fine, bring him over here then, I could use a file clerk," Derek suggested. "Is he cute? Does he know his ABCs?"