Date: Wed, 28 Nov 2012 02:08:58 -0500 From: John Marshall Subject: EcstasyInc Chapter 7 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 7 Austin Palmer was living a dream come true. He lay completely naked between two exquisitely beautiful little ten-year-old Italian boys, each clinging nakedly to him, their hard little boy-cocks gently rubbing against his thighs as he held them kissing them, feeling their warm, soft, flawless boyflesh against his own. His own cock was now at rest, his cum still oozing from the boys' incredible effort in giving him the same powerful jolts of aching sexual pleasure they routinely gave their father in their mother's absence. Outside, the sun was about to rise out of the Atlantic, about to peek in through the wall of glass separating their suite at the Fontainbleau Hotel from its balcony. The room was growing lighter, a warm, soft glow permeating the scene, giving it a seductive aura, highlighting the boys' slender, prepubescent nakedness and hard young boy-cocks. He kissed both boys softly on their foreheads. Giani turned his face up and kissed him back, except on the lips. Austin's spirits rose. Apparently the boy had no objections to making love to a man more than twice his tender years. "Does that feel good, rubbing your cock against me like that?" Austin asked softly. "Feels sexy," Gino answered. "Your father ever return the favor?" Austin asked. "We're too young to make sperm," Giani told him. "Did you ever try?" "Papa says it's not healthy for boys to do it so young," Gino told him. "I was younger than you two my first time," Austin told them, "eight or nine I think." "And nothing happened?" Gianni asked softly, enjoying the intimacy of their "pillow talk." "Oh yes...something happened," Austin laughed, "something definitely happened, but nothing bad." "What happened," Gino asked in awe. "I thought I was gonna DIE," Austin smiled, hugging them tightly to him. "That was not bad?" Giani questioned in dismay. "I'm still alive ain't I?" Austin kissed Gino's lips this time. "You kiss like papa...only you smell better," Gino giggled, kissing him back with surprisingly passionate expertise. "You kiss each other too?" Austin asked. "Of course," Gianni told him as the two boys rose over him and pulled one another into a dramatically lustful embrace, their lips ravashing one another for several seconds. "Of course, how could I have been so stupido as to think otherwise," Austin laughed, again stunned by the boy's sensuality if not their sexuality. "We love each other very much," Gino told him without the slightest embarrassment. "So it would seem," Austin smiled as both boys now kissed his lips with much the same erotic force. "Girls say we kiss bouna," Gianni proclaimed. "Wait right here," Austin said as he suddenly roused himself from their midst. "Where are you going?" Gino questioned in dismayed surprise. "I gotta take a leak, that okay with you little bambinos? Austin smiled down at them as they lay there in all their seductive, naked beauty. "Leak?" both boys asked without understanding. "Piss...pee...urinate..." Austin didn't know the Italian word. "Mijo," Gino translated for him as both boys gawked as his impressive naked physique in leaving. "Feliz mijando," Gianni called after him as both boys giggled at Gianni's little joke. "Feliz what?" Austin asked as he returned, crawling on his knees from the foot of the bed aiming to return to his place of honor between them. "Feliz mijando...happy pissing..." the both laughed. "I keep forgetting what silly little boys you two are," Austin smiled down at them as they lay side by side, their hard little boy-cocks just aching to be touched and fondled. Unable to resist, he reached out and took one in each hand. Gianni's was at least a couple inches longer and somewhat heftier than his brother's. He stroked them gently. "You are not identical down here?" "Papa uses Penifed on me," Gianni told him, makes my cock grow bigger." "He what? Peni...are you kidding me? He...oh forgodsakes...you sure...Penifed?" Austin gasped, inspecting the six-inch morsel of sexual boy-flesh in his hand, comparing it to his Gino's less than four inches. "He said it's some kind of experiment," Gianni explained. "Well, I'll be damned," Austin laughed. "Cox Pharm has rather a long reach. No wonder they latched onto you two, they've been using you as...god, the stuff must really work. How long have you...your dad rubs it on you...what? Every night? "Before he kisses us goodnight," Gianni smiled up happily, starting to enjoy what Austin was doing to his experimental young boy-cock. "I can't remember when he started doin' it." "How come he doesn't just give it to YOU to rub on?" Austin asked as he did some rubbing himself. "He wants to make sure I don't...share..." Gianni giggled, eyeing his brother. "The doctors wouldn't like that." "A controled experiment, of course," Austin reasoned. "You like this...you like what I'm doing to your cocks?" "Feels nice," Gino smiled up at him warmly. "No wonder papa likes it when we do it to him." "It gets better," Austin promised as he deftly stroked both boys' hard young boy-cocks a bit more firmly and rapidly. "AIIEIGEIIIIiiiiiiieee...!" Gianni suddenly cried out in surprise. "It DOES!" Austin stopped in dismay. Had he inadvertantly triggered an orgasm so easily and so quickly within the boy? "Don't stop," Gianni begged. "Oh...you liked that, did you?" Austin smiled down at him as he continued masturbating both boys, doing a little experimenting of his own...on Cox Pharm's behalf, of course. It felt...exciting," Gianni giggled, squirming his naked little butt against the sheets, arching it and his cock slightly up into Austin's grip. Austin breathed a bit easier. Apparently the boy was just reacting to a surprisingly intense spasm of unexpected sexual pleasure. "You masturbar-se bouna," Gino told him starting to squirm a bit himself. "Hold still, you little urchins, I'm kinda new at this," Austin smiled down at them, drinking in the most exquisitely erotic scene of naked sexual beauty he'd ever beheld. "You like it? You like the feeling?" "It is very pleasant...quite pleasurable," Gianni told him, a permanent smile etched across his beautiful sweet face as he enjoyed his first taste of nascent sexual pleasure in his life. "You want more?" Austin teased, "more pleasant pleasure," he asked, amused at their choice of words to describe what they were starting to feel, coupled with their lack of a broad English vocabulary to express their growing sexual feelings. "You better stop, I don't think I can endure more pleasure," Gino worried. "Too late, kid, just hang on, you'll endure it, and come back wanting more," Austin smiled down at the sweetly innocent little boy he was pleasuring. "More, more, more, more, more, more," Gianni began chanting as his lovely boyish face reflected the ever growing pleasure his trembling little boy-body was "enduring." "See, what'd I tell you?" Austin laughed as Gino began gyrating his tiny boyish pelvis, making it difficult for Austin to maintain a rhythm. "Hold fuckin' still, kid, I only got two hands." "You're making me...aaieghheahehh...feel...funny inside," Gino twisted and turned in Austin's grip, much more sexually demonstrative than his big-dicked brother. "Good, I love making naked little boys feel funny inside," Austin told him as he began to stroke the child's cock still faster. "Feels like I'm getting all twisted up inside," Gianni told him. Like...like...gehehrhghehhahehh... mama mia, ohhh fodor, ahgheahehrhhhgh..." "That means FUCK," Gino translated. "Right, believe me, kid, I know what fodor means." Austin gave the boy to know. "Still feeling funny inside?" "Feeling funnier and funnier and funnier..." Gino giggle, still unable to keep from squirming around from the aching sexual pleasure growing more and more intense by the second. "How about you, Gianni, you feeling funny too?" Austin turned his attention from first one squirming little boy to another. "Hilarious," Gianni gasped, seemingly well past matching words and sexual pleasure. "AIIAIEHH... AHEEGHEHHHH...ohhhhha... I'm gonna have one of Papa's ejaculações," Gianni warned. "Hey, kid, don't you dare," Austin warned. "You do...you start spouting...ejaculações and I'm in deep shit." "I CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM..." Gino surprised Austin by suddenly crying out, his attention having been on the boy's brother to the point he hadn't noticed what he was doing to the second twin. "I CUMMM...CUMMMMMM...EJACULACOES...AHAHHEHERHHHHRH FODOR, GHEAHHEOIAHEORIHOHHOOO CUM, CUM, HGOEOAIHAOEORIHOIH FODOR....GHEOAIEHROIHOIHO FUCCCKKK...I EDPLODE...AHGHIEIAEOIHHHHGHHH HIIAEIRHAHHGHEOOOIHHH...UNANNGGHHH...AHGHEOIEEOOAOIEHG," Gino struggled through his very first little-boy dry orgasm of his life as he wildly heaved and thrust his nubile little boy-body high off the bed into Austin's firmly jacking fist, his cock aching, trembling, pulsating, throbbing powerfully in the man's hand. "OHHHH YEAH, MIO BAMBINO, YEAH, YEAH, THAT'S IT, MENINO, DO IT, KID, FEEL IT, FEEL THE FEELING, FEEL THE PLEASURE, FEEL WHAT MY HAND'S DOIN' TO YOUR HARD LITTLE COCK, BOY, OHHHHH YEAH, YEAH, OHHH FUCK, WHAT A HOT LITTLE PIMENTO YOU ARE, BOY, OHHH FUCK YEAH, YEAH, OHHHH YEAHHHHHhhhhhhh..." Austin wantonly jacked the boy, reveling in the pleasure he was seeing the boy "endure" and the feeling of that little boy's hard young cock pulsating wildly in his hand as it orgasmed for the very first time. "Make me cum...make me cum also, I want to feel what papa feels when we do it to him, oohhhh yeah...feels good Mr. Austin, feels muito bouna, ohahahhh fodor, ohhhhh fodor, gollpe me, ahhhh...ahhaieiie...aieigheoaoeihroieh...AIEIIGHEOEIIOHHGHH LIEIAIEIHHIAEIIEIIGHEHH... IEIGHAHEIOHGEHHGHHAHEHHGHEHH...EIGIEAHEHRHHGHH!!" Gianni cried out his aching orgasmic pleasure as his naked little boy-body trembled and shook in Austin's hands, quaking and quivering with every aching spasm of naked sexual ecstasy coursing through his immature little body. "I CUM ALSOOOOOO...AHGHHAEHEHIIIGHHEH EJACULAR...OHHEAHEH FODOR...FUCK ME WITH YOUR HAND, MAKE MY COCK FEEL...FEEL...AHGHEIAERIIEHHAHOEIHOIHGOIEH...OHEHAHEHRHH...IIEGHEHOAEIHOGH," Gianni cried out as spasm after spasm of powerful, quaking pleasure wracked his tiny, boyish body with devastating sexual power. "OHHH YEAH, OHHH YEAHHHH...YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, FEEL IT, BOY, FEEL HOW GOOD IT FEELS, YOUR FIRST TIME, YOUR VERY FIRST TIME, FEELING IT...YOUR FIRST ORGASM, OHHHH YEAH, YEAH, OHHHH FUCK, WILD ONE, GOD, YOU'RE LIKE TRYING TO HOLD ON TO A HORNY LITTLE EEL, KID, WHOOOOOA, ALMOST GOT AWAY FROM ME THERE...MAN, YOUR COCK, I CAN'T GET OVER HOW BIG IT IS FOR A LITTLE GUY LIKE YOU, WOW! I'M GONNA HAVE TO GET SOME OF THAT PENIFED SHIT AND RUB IT ON MY COCK, I COULD USE A FEW MORE INCHES!" "Papa tried that. It don't work on grownups," Gino informed him as he lay on his side, enjoying the little sexual pleasure exhibition his "big" brother was performing. "I might have known," Austin found himself laughing, as much in joy for the pleasure he was giving Gianni as at himself for his false hopes for a more sizable sexual appendage. "That was magnifico," Gianni moaned as he gradually regained control of his slender, trembling little boy-body. "Do it to me again." "Whaaattt?" Austin laughed. "You barely survived that one. Cox might kind of get upset with me if I delivered you two little fuckers in a hearse." "What is hearse?" Gino asked. "Uhhhh...carro fúnebre...I think." The boys burst into gales of laughter. "We get up now, shower, eat, fly off to Ecstasy?" Gino suddenly sat up in bed next to him, apparently invigorated by his first taste of real sexual pleasure. "We shower together?" Gianni asked in surprise. "Is big enough?" "See for yourself," Austin pointed the way to the bathroom. "Just hang onto the soap." His joke fell quite flat. "Is gigantesco!" Gino cried in delight as the two boys took turns trying to adjust the water temperature, hooping and wailing in delight and dismay as the water game out first too hot, then too cold. Austin found his phone and dialed Cox Miami. It was almost eight. He hoped they came to work on time. "Cox International, Miami office, this is Emelda, how may I help you?" the voice on the other end answered. "This is Austin Palmer, Cox Italy, I'm at the Fontainbleau, with project Pooh Bear Harvest. I'm calling to inquire about our flight time and mode to Nassau." "One moment please, Mr. Palmer." "Palmer? This is Tom Wilson, I don't show anything for you to Nassau but I do have a chopper scheduled for...ohhhh...Land of Ecstasy...you lucky fucker you...three passengers...leaving Miami International, Cox hangar-2 at...oooo, you'll have to hurry, 10:05." "Could you send a car to the hotel?" Austin requested. "Better yet, I'll call the desk, have them send you in a hotel shuttle straight to the hangar," the Mimai contact told him. "Tell them to make it a limo," Austin instructed, unsure if it would do any good, but knowing it wouldn't hurt. "Ohhh...of course, yes Mr. Austin," the man readily agreed. "I can't promise but I'll see what I can do, this...Pooh Bear Harvest...seems to have a triple-A priority." "Tell them we'll be dowstairs in a half-hour...and have Danish and coffee waiting for us in the car." Austin pushed his luck a little further, unsure just how much weight he had to throw around. "Got it," Tom Wilson snapped briskly. "Anything else?" "Copy of the Herald would be nice," he added as an afterthought. "New York Times too...or are you a Wall Street Journal man?" Tim asked. "Neither...I'm a slow reader," he joked. "Haaahhh...right...I don't know how some guys can go through three or four papers in one morning and still have time to take a piss," Tom joked. "Gotta go, I think I hear a fight over the soap," Austin laughed, hanging up. "We didn't drop it," Gino reported, offering the little white bar to Austin as proof. "Right...just...put it back then get dried off and get back in your clothes, we gotta plane to...excuse me, chopper to catch in..." Austin looked at his watch, "fuccck, less than two hours." He took a quick shower himself then donned a fresh change of clothes from his carryone, sneakers, shorts, and sports shirt, finding himself dressed almost identically to the boys. "You look like our papa....only prettier," Gianni quickly noticed "...and you have a bigger penis." Austin laughed, involuntarily checking to make sure his fly was zipped. "Come on, throw your stuff in your bag...no Gino, leave the damned towel, you won't be needing it where we're going...not that you'll be needing much of ANYTHING in there but..." "Do we look...apresentável?" Gino asked as the two stood side by side, hair combed, faces scrubbed, teeth brushed. "If that means do you look okay?" Austim laughed, "You look...beautiful...gorgeous...incredible." "I think he is falling in love," Gino teased. "Come on, you horny little buggers, let's hope they have a car and there's something to eat on the way," Austin grabbed his key card, phone, and carry-on, then shusted the boys out the door toward the opulent Fontainbleau elevator down to the lobby. They were no sooner off the elevator than they were met my an assistant concierge and ushered to a pale blue Caddy limo, precisely outfitted to their demands, right down to a neatly folded copy of The Miami Herald lying on the back seat. "I feel rico," Gianni cooed as he felt the plush velvet of the seat. "That means wealthy," Gino translated. "I feel starved," he said, helping himeslf to the generous display of rich pastries on the little table in the middle of the cabin. "Coffee?" Austin asked as he poured his own, unsure if the ride to the airport would be smooth enough to manage the hot liquid himself, much less for the boys. There didn't seem to be anything else for them to drink, however. "Black," Gino ordered. "Black?" Austin repeated in surprise. Spoken like a true Italian, he decided. "Creme," Gianni requested as Austin poured, careful to only half fill their delicate china cups, placing them on dainty Fontainbleau saucers. "Careful, it's hot...quente," Austin cautioned both boys as they balanced their sweet rolls in their laps. "And WEAK," Gino complained instantly. "Sorry 'bout that, kid, this is the U.S. of A, we ration coffee beans around here," Austin joked. Again, like the soap joke, it went straight over their heads. Breakfast was over by the time the block-long limo pulled into Cox hangar-2 and the boys got a look at the massive white helicopter that would ferry them to Ecstasy. "Does it have guns?" Gino asked as he climbed out, gaping up at the amazing aircraft. "Knowing Cox, I wouldn't be surprise," Austin joked as he joined them in their awe. "Mr. Palmer? I'm your pilot, Emilio Smith," a slightly Latino man introduced himself. "You may get on board, we'll be ready to drag her out in a few minutes. Mike, my copilot will show you the way." "Smith?" Austin questioned. "My mother was Cuban, my dad VERY American," Emilio laughed. "You're lucky, sir, Mr. Loin, the Cox CEO uses this chopper when he's in town...or in Nassau...it's quite...plush." Mike the also VERY American co-pilot informed them. "Let's get you all buckled in...off to Ecstasy I see...it's very nice there, you're gonna love it. Now, let's see...oh yes...coffee, tea...or me?" Their co-pilot was also obviously VERY gay. His joke fell quite flat too. Fifteen minutes later they were in the air, the boys ooing and ahhing over the Miami Beach skyline, even managing to spot the Fontainbleau as they flew over, headed for the Land of Ecstasy. "When do we take our clothes off?" Gino asked as they unbuckled. The chopper was very well insulated, the rotors down to a low roar. "Well...unless I miss my guess, I think the co-pilot would say the sooner the better, but, I think you can probably wait till we land, or at least till we can see the island," Austin advised. "Is...EVERYONE there naked?" Gianni asked, still unable to wrap his ten-year-old little-boy mind around such an environment of overt sexuality and complete nudity. "So they say," Austin told him. "This is my first time too." "What if we become...erect," Gino worried. "I'd say the word is 'when' not 'if'," Austin smiled, "and from what I hear, in that case, you'll fit right in." "Everyone is...sexually aroused?" Gianni asked in amazement. "All the time?" "Well, most of the time..." Austin laughed. "And when they see you two little guys...believe me, you're gonna see a LOT of hard cocks bobbing around." "Why?" Gino asked innocently. "Why?" Austin repeated in surprise, then realized that the two little boys were still quite sexually innocent of their naked boyish beauty. "Listen...you two boys...and I think four other sets of twins about your age, are going to be the youngest boys on the island...an Island full very horny gay men and boys who are especially fond of other young boys...the younger the better in their eyes. You're going to be stared at. You're just going to have to get used to that. You're also going to be whistled at, propositioned..." "What means...propositioned" Gianni asked in wide-eyed innocense. "Uhhh...propositioned...I don't think there's an Italian word for that...it means...guys...boys are going to ask you to have sex with them...you understand what I mean?" Austin handled the subject as delicately as he knew how. "They will want to masturbate us?" Gino suggested. "Well...yes," Austin couldn't help smiling at the boy's sexual niavete. "That and more...much, much more. You understand what a...ohhh god, no Italian word again...what a cocksucker is?" The two boys looked at each other and giggled in embarrassment, then nodded vigorously. "They will want to fuck us in the butt too?" "Oh yes...." Austin smiled, relieved he'd not have to explain that one too. "Yes, meu menino, that too." "I don't think I'd like that," Gianni told him in deadly solemnity. "Well...fortunately...on Ecstasy, all you have to do is say is 'no'," Austin told the boys. "No?" they both repeated. "No." Austin said again. "They will respect that...they damned well BETTER respect that, especially from two little ones like you," Austin told the boys firmly. "If not, you just scream bloody murder and tell someone...ANYone and...let me assure you heads will fly." "What means 'heads will fly'?" Gianni questioned. Austin briskly drew his index finger across his throat, a look of agony on his face. The boys understood.