Date: Wed, 30 Jan 2013 01:38:15 -0500 From: John Marshall Subject: EcstasyInc Chapter 28 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 28 "Mike...come on in," Dr. Ron Duncan, the director of Cox Pharm Ecstasy, invited as Dr. Warren was about to knock perfunctorily on his open door. "Say, who's the cute kid Maris has down in the fitness center? You got Weston getting him ready for me or something?" "Well, you're certainly welcome to him if you want, but frankly, I wouldn't advise it," Mike smiled, sitting down nervously on the edge of a nearby chair facing Dr. Duncan's massive, ultra-contemporary desk. "Oh?" "We've got a very sick little boy down there," Dr. Warren began. "That's strange, I was watching them on closed circuit, the kid put on quite a show...one hell of an orgasm," Dr. Duncan observed. "He looked pretty healthy to me." "He's a Pooh Bear," Mike continued. "A test subject." "He's had a bad reaction to his test?" Dr. Duncan guessed. "You know what T-40 is?" Mike continued uneasily, unsure what Duncan's reaction would be. "Of course I know what T-40 is, I'm the director of the project, remember?" "His name is Buddy Bristol. He was the T-40 test subject," Mike decided there was no easy way to go on except to plunge ahead. "Was?" Duncan looked up from some papers he was studying. "Last night he had his first ejaculation." "No surprise there," Dr. Duncan observed. "He didn't ejaculate semon...sperm count, zero," Mike broke the news to his boss. "I'm having it tested as we speak, but it appears to be a clear fluid...a great deal of fluid, and worse yet, he's having orgasms every fifteen to thirty minutes, all night long. What you saw was the most recent episode...I've got Weston down there keeping an eye on him, helping him out." "Weston? Weston Maris isn't cleared for Pooh Bear." Duncan recalled angrily. "Tell me about it. I called for someone...some dipshit up here, knowing full well Buddy is a Pooh Bear, never bothered to check...just pulled a name out of a hat and...not only is Maris not cleared, he's in for a rough go of it the next few days as well." "Pull Maris, you'll have to take care of the kid yourself," Dr. Duncan commanded. "No fuckin' WAY, I've got all ten...or rather nine, now...Pooh Bears coming in for checkups this afternoon and then reports to write up on the boys all day tomorrow," Mike objected. "I think you'll agree, I've got better things to do that jack off little boys every half-hour." "Well...call Darin Romeo, get him to send you someone," Duncan ordered. "Already done that, but, man, this kid is in serious trouble, I want someone down there with him 24-7 who knows an aspirin from a supository," Mike insisted politely. "And for all their many talents, none of the Ecstasy cuties have any medical training beyond dispensing Duralon. I want Weston Maris cleared for Pooh Bear access." "But he's just a first year research assistant...bright kid, but..." Dr. Duncan objected. "Fine. You got anyone better? Or maybe YOU'D like to go down there and hold the kid's hand...or rather his DICK while he blows his load a couple dozen times a day," Mike continued, struggling to keep his voice even and calm. "Unless I miss my guess, I think either the kid's having a bad reaction to the T-40 or some pea brain patched him with something like ten times the dosage needed to trigger puberty. it could be BOTH. In any case, poor Buddy is gonna go through hell as his body struggles to cleanse itself...and god only knows what its doing to his prostate or the rest of his reproductive system." "What'd you say his name was?" Duncan asked. "Bristol, Buddy Bristol..." "Doug Bristol's son?" "You know him?" Mike asked, somewhat surprised. "I think we've met a time or two," Duncan acknowledged. "Worse yet, he's Derek Chandler's stepson," Mike added. "HIM I know...EcstasyInc P.R., right?" "Then you know what's gonna happen when HE finds out...we screwed up," Dr. Warren added the last three words with no small amount of trepidation. "We don't KNOW that...moreover you make damned sure NEITHER of them even SUSPECTS..." Dr. Duncan ordered. "What am I supposed to do, LIE to the boy's parents...everything's hunky-dorey, your kid's just a little hypersexual, happens all the time, nothing to worry about, we'll keep him under observation, he's doin' just fine..." "Shut up!" Mike shut up. Dr. Duncan sat silently, thinking, for two or three long minutes. "Okay...I'll get Weston Maris cleared for Pooh Bear. You'll have to have Andy or someone..." "Andy is going to be working with me screening the Pooh Bears..." Mike objected. "Andy or SOMEONE..." Dr. Duncan continued firmly, "...to babysit the boy while I brief Maris. As for the parents, say NOTHING to them for now, lie if you have to, but hold'em off till we know something for sure from the tests. Then when we know something...I'll handle them. Bristol's no problem. He's a company man. He knew what the score was when he signed his boys up for Pooh Bear." "And Derek?" Mike asked softly, watching carefully his boss's reaction. Dr. Duncan took a deep breath. "Chandler's gonna be a problem. He's a renegade, a fuckin' loose cannon. If he's not...'handled'...one way or another, he could blow Project Pooh Bear Tea clear out of the water and take Cox Pharm down with it. "What're you gonna do?" Mike asked softly. Duncan fumed silently for a moment. "Whatever I fuckin' HAVE to do...feed him to the great white out by the lighthouse if I have to." Dustin Dillon was more than a little nervous as he swung open the big glass and steel door in entering the Cox Pharm reception area. Several men and boys, all of them as completely naked as he was, sat around reading or talking softly. "Need something, kid?" the young stud behind the reception desk asked. "I was suppose to come here and see a doctor...uhhh...Warren...Dr. Mike they call him," Dustin recalled from his hemorrhoidal encounter several weeks before. "Heyyyy, I remember you...HEMORRHOIDS? Right?" the reception cried gleefully as every man and boy in the room looked up and smiled. Dustin turned ten different shades of beet red. "Yeah," he said softly, looking down, inspecting his toenails. The receptionist, still laughing, picked up a phone and punched in Dr. Warren's code. "The 'Hemorrhoid Kid' is here." "Send him down to the fitness center," Dustin could hear the voice on the other side. He recognized it as Dr. Warren's. "Be sure to give him a key card." "Right," the gorgeous hunk of receptionist man-flesh replied, then hung up. He pulled a small plastic card from his desk drawer and threaded it onto a nylon cord, then handed it to Dustin. "Okay, now listen to this carefully, it's complicated and I don't feel like repeating myself, okay? "I'm listening," Dustin said softly. "Go through those doors, turn left, go down to the end of the hall, you'll see a receptionist desk about like this one," the receptionist began. "That's the clinic. Turn right, go down that hall to almost the end. There'll be an elevator on your left. Ya got this so far." Dustin nodded. "You take this little thingie and slip it into the slot. The doors will open. Get on the elevator and press the bottom button," the man told him. "I think it's labeled sub-basement, or maybe SB...or Fitness...hell, I can't remember, anyway, take the elevator down as far as it'll go, then get off. Dr. Warren will be waiting for you there. Ya got all that?" "I think so," Dustin replied. "THINK SO?" the man thundered. "Listen kid, you punch the wrong button and you'll be gettin' off in Dr. D's office and we'll BOTH have hell to pay." Dustin nodded wordlessly and took the key, putting the cord around his neck. He bravely headed off on his adventurous elevator safari. For all his rather raw demeanor, the guy behind the desk gave good instructions. Dustin found the elevator and boarded the vertical conveyance, but found no button marked "SB," or "Sub-basement," or "Fitness Center." All the letters by each button were mostly worn off. Hoping for the best, he pressed the bottom button, and was relieved when the car dropped beneath his feet. A few seconds later, it glided to a stop and the doors slid open. Dustin peered out. The room was dark. The first thing he saw was a sizable lighted swimming pool, casting ghostly glimmers of light on the ceiling and mirrored walls. "Hello? Anybody here?" Dustin inquired of no one in particular as he tentatively stepped off the elevator feeling very, very naked and uneasy. "Over here," Dustin heard Dr. Mike's familiar voice. Though the room darkened the further his eyes moved from the pool, Dustin could make out a large bed. On it was a naked boy lying flat out on his back. Dr. Warren was stroking the boy's cock. "Come here," Dr. Warren ordered. "Take over for me, I gotta run upstairs." Dustin had jacked a few cocks in his young fourteen years but seldom under such downright spooky circumstances. "Hi," the boy popped up his head and greeted Dustin. Dustin relaxed somewhat. "You...you're the Bristol kid...uhhh...Bobby, right?" Dustin guessed as he recognized the naked boy on the bed. "Buddy..." Dr. Mike corrected. "Come over here, lie down, take the kid's cock and jack him off, okay?" "Uhh...yeah...sure," Dustin joined Dr. Mike and Buddy Bristol on the bed, his own hand replacing that of the doctor in masturbating Buddy's cock. "Now listen, make him cum, but be prepared, he's gonna shoot a buckin' fucket...fuckin' bucketful," the doctor instructed. "I spread this absorbant waterproof pad over him to catch it all so you don't have a collossal mess to clean up." "Okay," Dustin smiled, feeling a little rediculous. "Now pay attention, try to aim it at the pad," Dr. Mike added as he stood next to the bed observing the attractive young EcstasyInc pleasure boy. "You two know each other, right." "A little," Dustin said...nothing like this but..." "Do it to me, man, I need it, I need to cum...need to cum baaaddddd," Buddy encouraged his masturbator. "I should be back down to check on him before too long, but if I'm not, you may be on your own with him for an hour or two until we get his...nurse...cleared." "Is he real bad sick?" Dustin asked. "Sorta...ohh, by the way...don't let him talk you into suckin' his cock," the doctor smiled as he headed at a brisk pace toward the elevator. "He's cool," Buddy smiled up at Dustin. "Thanks for coming over." "What's wrong with you?" Dustin asked, hearing the elevator doors slide shut. "Cum-itis. I cum too much and too often," Buddy smiled up at the extremely cute teenager. "Ohhhhhh fuck, Dustin, jack me, man, jack me harder, just jack the helll outta me...owwww...use some of that stuff in the tube on my cock, I'm startin' to get a little shopworn down there." "Never heard of cum-itis," Dustin told him as he began jacking Buddy harder and faster. "How's this?" "Better," Buddy sighed. "It won't be long, I cum pretty fast. "Cum-itis is a mild form of orgasm-itis in it's latter stages, for which the prognosis is NOT good." "Sounds like a severe form of BULLSHIT to me," Dustin sneered. He'd been in the sex business since he was about ten and easily knew when someone was shittin' him." "OHHHHHHhhhhh fuck, gettin' me close, man, ohhh yeah, oohhh yeahhh, ohhh fuck, you're a lot better than Dr. Mike, man, he squeezes too tight," Buddy gasped as his aching sexual need for release swelled within his thin, hairless groin. "You look awful young to be shootin' cum...and not a hair..." Dustin observed as he watched anxiously for the geyser Dr. Warren had promised to erupt. "You just fuckin' WATCH me," Buddy moaned as his voice cracked and he squirmed and trembled in Dustin's grip. "Ohhahhahhahhiii, man, do it to me, do it to me, harder, faster, do it to me, make me cum, Dustin, make me cum, make me cumm, ooaoeoiahoe fuck make me hooot...ooaoeiiiOOOOOEIAOOAOOAERRIEIIGHH HAHHHGHHGHHGH...FUCCCCKKK...SHOOTIN'...SHOOTIN'...OHHHA...OAOOEIHAOEIRHOH...IEIIAEHOOAHEHHRHEHHHGHH FUCCCCK....FUCCCKKK...OHHH YEAH, YEAH, HANG ON, JACK ME, MAN, JACK ME REALLY, REALLY HARD, GOOAOIHEORIH GOD, LOOK AT AT THAT FUCKIN' SHIT POPPIN' OUTTA MY COCK, MAN, OOIGAHEHHAHEHRHHH FUCCCK, IT'S BEEN LIKE THAT....AOIGAIEHROIHAOEIHAEHHIERIIHHHHK!!!" Buddy cried out in the painful throes of yet another horrific orgasm, his fifteenth of the day, and it wasn't even NOON yet. "Hoooooo shiiiiittttt," Dustin cried as he gaped in awe at what the beautiful little eleven-year-old boy was doing, practically flooding the place with his cum. "Ohhhh fuck, kid, you can stop ANYTIME, now you know. Seven, eight, nine, ten...twelve...fourteen...ohhhhhh fuccckkkkk," Dustin draped his words in awe. He gave up counting Buddy's spurts of watery boy-juice individually in favor of two at a time, then further gave up counting them at ALL. "IT'S...easin' off...whew...that was a rough one...shiiiiittttt...felt so good it hurt," Buddy struggled to pull himself back into one piece. "I've had cums like that a few times," Dustin sympathized. "I don't THINK so," Buddy argued as he deftly folded the waterproof paper "blanket" then tossed it into a large, bedside trash can with almost a dozen others. "You ever shoot a GALLON of cum a DAY?" "Uhhh....not recently...okay, not EVER," Dustin admitted. "What'd you do, rupture one of your balls?" "They're checkin' to find out," Buddy told him, careful not to divulge any irrationally big PooH bear secrets. "Does it really...you know...hurt when you cum?" Dustin asked, wiping his hand where he'd been cum upon. "It didn't at first...not last night, really," Buddy told his new cum-buddy, "but this morning...I'm kinda startin' to...sort of ache inside...still feels really...good, I guess you could say, but...it's gettin' pretty intense...first five or six spurts ain't bad but...after that..." "I thought it kinda sounded like you were in pain," Dustin noted, looking about. "You tried the spa...the pool...?" Buddy shook his head, hardly moving. "Naw...I'm kinda bushed...didn't get much sleep last night...pretty tired. Orgasming takes a lot outta ya...know what I mean...a lot of CUM...fluids...but...kind of drains the energy too." "You tired? You wanna rest?" Dustin asked solicitously, instinctively playing the concientous caregiver. "I think I will...if you don't mind...while I can...hate to be such a bore," Buddy appologized to the beautiful young teenager he'd had the "hots" for since the first time he'd seen him at the Bieb's. "That's okay, think I'll go relax in the boilin' pot over there," Dustin told him. "Let me know when you're ready to cum again." Buddy didn't reply. He was blissfully sleeping already. Dustin leaned over and kissed his sweetly beatiful lips. Upstairs, the Cox Pharm clinic waiting area was rapidly filling up. Austin and Jack had outfitted all the Pooh Bears with flipflops and together they'd hiked the mile or so from the dorm around the perimiter road to their weekly checkups with the doctors. "We're going to try and do this as quickly as possible," Dr. Mike Warren told the group minus one, his mind more on the "minus one" than all the other boys in the room combined. "We're going to take you two at a time...both twins at once, starting with then END of the alphabet this time, the gentlemen making up the Australian delegation, the Wells fornicators...if you please...right this way boys." "Here, take a cup and go pee in it...you know the routine by now," Dr. Andy handed out small plastic specimen jars, "and please...be neat about it...aim carefully; don't bring it back WET." "So, how have you boys been this week?" Dr. Mike asked as the boys returned and Andy labeled their urine samples. "I've been just peachy," Loren smiled as he and Lonnie sat side by side on the examining table. "Him, not so much." "Ohhhh...you've been sick?" Mike asked Lonnie. "Nope, never felt better," Lonnie insisted. "But you said..." Mike began. "I said I've been 'peachy,' look," Loren thrust forward his slender, naked pelvis a bit. "See...peachy...fuzzy...see, down there around my pecker, it's gettin soft and fuzzy." "Hmmm...yes, so I see...I would hardly have noticed but...does look like the first signs of pubic fuzz," Dr. Mike gently ran his gloved fingers over Loren's groin area, cock, and balls. "But him...not so much..." Loren boasted proudly. "Not at ALL," Lonnie sighed. "That mean he's the guinea-pig and I'm the control?" "Well, I'd have to pull up your records to be sure, but the evidence would seem to indicate that," Mike admitted. "Either of you shot any cum this week...any wetness at all after orgasms?" "Nope..." both boys said, shaking their heads. "How often you been orgasming?" Dr. Mike questioned. "...on average, each day?" "I've been doin' it about ten times a day," Loren told the doctor. "Yesterday it was 12, I think." "About six," Lonnie said. "I just can't seem to think or anything else...I just keep wantin' to...you know...DO it all the time," Loren reported. "Is that caused by the patch too?" "I wouldn't be surprised," Mike admitted. "Tell you what. I want the two of you to swing around facing each other there on the table...stretch out your legs , Lonnie, yours on top of your brothers, okay...great. Now, I want you to take each other's cocks and give each other an orgasm. I'm not going to hook up the EEG but I am gonna TIME you, get your TTOs, okay?" "Cool, we never done it like this before," Lonnie smiled as he scooted in closer to his brother, their hard, young, upthrust cocks practically touching betweeen them. "Okay...ready...GO...start jackin'," Mike started two different digital timing devices. "Jack them cocks, boys, jack them cocks, jack them cocks, ohhh yeah, yeah, yeah, that's it, jack'em, boys, jack'em, jack'em, jack'em, ohhh yeah, that's the way, I wanna make sure neither one of you has started ejaculating or even seeping...that's sometimes a sign you're getting close to..." "I'm gettin' CLOSE, allright," Loren smiled as their fists worked like a blur. Dr. Andy squeezed a little lube on the head of each cock as the boys doubled down, each trying to beat the other to the heights of sexual ecstasy. "He's been beatin' me all week, but not today, I've been practicing," Lonnie crowed as a look of dogged determination spread of his boyishly sweet face. "Ohhhh yeah, ohhhh fuck yeah, do it, boys, do it, do it, do it to each other, make it happen. Maybe this will be the day, just like Buddy the other night, maybe one of you can shoot off for the first time," Dr. Mike encouraged. "I'm gettin' close," Loren warned. "I'm feelin' it too," Lonnie insisted as well. They stared at one another in wild sexual abandon, feeding off one another's growing sexual pleasure the way only two twin boys ever could, knowing one another sexually as well as they knew themselves. "Close...closer...closer and closer and closer...I'm gettin' there, I'm...I'm gonna...ohhhh fuck...I'm gonna...feeling it...feeling it sooo strong, I'm...I'm...AHHAHEAHERHGHHGH...EIIGHAERHHHGHHFUCK, DOC, MARK IT DOWN...THE TIME...AGHEAEIRHHEHHAHEHHIO UNNNGGHHH, OH YEAH...FEELS GOOD, GOEOIAIEHROIH GOD, THE FEELING...OHHH YEAH, FUCK YES, MAN, LONNIE, YOU REALLY...AOGIEHAEHOHHHEHRIIIIH YEAH, OOHHHHAH GOD, AOOGHEAIEOHR FUCK, FUCK, FUCCCK, FUCCCCCKKK!" "Two sixteen," Mike clicked the timer while watching carefully his stopwatch aimed at Lonnie. "OHHHHH FUCk, don't stop, hoaoeihaoihe god, keep doin' me, Loren, feels good, feels good, always feels good when you jack me, but this time...this times feels special, this time...ogooahehhrhh god, the feeling is gettin'....ahehaieirihoaeh...intense...ohhh fuck...ohh fuck, I think...this is it...I think I'mk gonna...I'm gonna...I'm gonnnna...CUMMMM...CUMMMM....OOOAOHEHAHH YEAH, YEAH, OGOOAHOEIRH GOD, YEAH, GONNA CUMMM...GONNA SHOOT...FEELS GOOD, FEELS SOOOO GOOD, THE FEELING, THE FEELING...OHHAHHA GOD, I CAN'T DESCRIBE IT BUT...OOAOHEHAHEHR...IEIIGHEHAHEHRHHHGHH...UNGH, UNGH UNGHHHHHH!" Lonnie cried out in sexual exultation even though he'd not won the TTO race. "Three-oh-one," Dr. Mike revealed Lonnie's time. "Ohhhh yeah, yeah, Lonnie, nice one...still dry but...both of you; you really jacked each other great, really hard, really fast. Both of you, really good times. I'll let you know how you compare to the other boys. "OhhhoOOhhhhhhhahhhhhHHHHHHHH FUCCCCKKKKK DOC, HGHOAOEIHORH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, THAT'S GREAT...HGAOIEHORIH GOD, STILL FEELING THE SPASMS, THE LITTLE JOLTS, AHHGHHAHEHRHH MAN, I CAN'T BELIEVE I DIDN'T SHOOT, SURE FELT LIKE IT...SURE FEEEEEEELLLLS LIKE IT...OAHHEHRH FUCK, THAT WAS CLOSE, I THINK I ALMOST CUMMED, FELT SOOOO GOOD." "Okay boys, soon as you've pulled yourselves together, I want you to go with Dr. Andy." Dr. Mike directed. "He's gonna get your vitals and check your carefully for any other physical differences. Loren, you look a little taller than your brother this week.' "His flip-flops are thicker than mine,' Lonnie insisted. Mike laughed. "Andy, be sure to have'em take off their new flipflops before you check their height, we've got a little controversy brewing here." "I beat you by a whole 45 SECONDS," Loren proclaimed as the two boys disappeared into Dr. Andy's cubicle. "That just means I'm a better jacker-offer than YOU," Lonnie insisted.