Date: Sun, 29 Sep 2013 19:24:58 -0400 From: John Marshall Subject: Erotic Isle: the Endless Orgasm Chapter 14 In trying to avoid the most common plot scenarios featured on Nifty, this story continues the saga which began with "The Working Boys,"continued with "Ecstasy Island," followed by "Ecstasy Renewed," "EcstasyInc," and "The Pharm Boys." "Erotic Isle: the Endless Orgasm" like the previous segment, is unorthodox but quite seductive, as are the figures depicted. Like "The Working boys," "Ecstasy Island," and "Ecstasy Renewed" (all found under Bisexual Adult/Youth), as well as "EcstasyInc," and "The Pharm Boys" (found under Gay Adult/Youth), 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. Some of the characters from the earlier stories have returned to become major characters, 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 one or two 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. EROTIC ISLE: THE ENDLESS ORGASM CHAPTER FOURTEEN "Justin Bieber? Here?" the security officer at the front desk of the Cox-Bristol production facility looked up blankly at Hanson and Tink. "You kidding?" "Look, I know they're here..." Hanson insisted, confounded by the man's denial. "They're cart is right outside, I'd know it anywhere...that's Dr. Warren's cart." "Ain't seen HIM either," the guard insisted. "You might ask Palmer...he's the guy on duty...he's over in the break room." Hanson hustled off, draping a guest badge and chain around his neck inasmuch as he'd not brought his regular ID. Tink had to wait since he didn't have level 5 clearance. "Anything unusual? No, not that I can recall...boring as hell around here on a weekend," Security Officer Palmer reported. "Two techs down with the formulation units, the mind line running normally. That leak down by the tunnel running normally," he added with a wry half-smile as he sipped his coffee. "What happened to your usual hardon?" "No one down there...even with clearance, who wouldn't normally be down there?" Hanson questioned, this time having the good sense to leave Justin Bieber out of the equation, after the other guard's reaction. "Nope, everyone's over at the hotel...birthday party for Dr. Estes," the reasonably good-looking twenty-something guard smiled. "The old codger's turning 38 today." "Can I go down and look around?" Hanson decided to see for himself. "Not until I finish my coffee...not with just a guest badge you can't," the guard insisted. "Guests have to be accompanied." "Dammit, Palmer, you know me, I ain't no fuckin' guest!" Hanson erupted. "That badge says you are," Palmer insisted. "Fifteen more minutes...wanna suck me? Might hurry things up a bit," he winked. Hanson briefly contemplated doing just that, then thought about going back to his tiny apartment and retrieving his regular ID, but either would take at least fifteen minutes. "Forget it!" He finally decided. "I tried." He headed back to the front desk. "Come on!" he told Tink angrily as he ripped the guest badge from around his neck and flung it at the guard. "This is Doc's fuck-up, let HIM unfuck it." "They've GOT to be down there, they didn't come clear over here for a swim in the lagoon," Tink remarked as they climbed back into their cart. "Where to?" "Back where we came...Doc should be down off his high-horse, probably wondering where the fuck I'm at?." Hanson sighed, now more worried about his boss's wrath than chasing down Justin Bieber and the boys. ------------------------- "The mind line," Titan gestured broadly as he and Diamond paused briefly to show Justin Bieber from whence they'd both begun. "This is all very interesting, and I'm sure very enlightening if I knew what the fuck I was seeing, but..." Justin paused as he peered in at all the naked people wearing only white caps over their heads and masks to cover any facial hair. "One question. With Hanson upstairs guarding the door, just how we gonna get out?" "The tunnel?" Diamond guessed, looking up at Titan expectantly. "The tunnel," Titan confirmed. "The tunnel?" Justin stared blankly. "This place have a back door?" "Back down to the lowest level," Titan directed as the three naked figures once more headed down two flights of stairs all but running. "Who was the security goon we saw?" Diamond questioned. "Not sure, only saw him from behind," Titan said breathlessly. "His ass looked like Tim Palmer's, but...hell, everyone here has a cute ass so..." "You're an expert on cute asses here?" Justin quipped. "I've plowed a few in my brief lifespsan, yes, I'd say so," Titan told him. "Slow down...if one of the techs sees us, we're just back down for a closer look." "Thanks, I'm not exactly out of shape, but I'm starting to feel like I just fucked the whole Dolphins football team," Justin gasped. "This way," Titan ordered, his gaze snapping about like a closed circuit TV camera. They drew up before a massive, round, vault door. "What's this, where they keep the recipe for Diet Coke?" Justin joked. "You know the code?" Diamond asked breathlessly. "Give me a second," Titan insisted as he stuck his left index finger into a tactile recognition input. "Three, four, seven, seven, eight, nine, five." He recited. "Three, four, seven, seven, eight, nine, five," Diamond repeated back as he punched in the code on a keypad. The door began to slowly move, swinging toward them. "How'd you do that?" Justin asked in amazement. "I querried the last input," Titan said, explaining little. "I'm not going to ask," Justin swore, "my head's already spinning." "He's a regular R2D2 around anything digital," Diamond smiled up at his hero proudly. "Can't suck a cock worth shit but he knows his way around an H-32-C server like he cut his teeth on one." "Remember that the next time you want sucked off," Titan snapped as the three of them slipped through the vault door into a cool, dark, dank, concrete tube of a tunnel, then triggered the massive door to close. "Why all the security. I've seen bank vaults with doors weighed less than that fucker," Justin mused. "This leads over to the main research facility. You think security is tight here..." Titan sighed as a flipped a switch on the wall, dimly lighting the hundred-yard-long passage." "Plus the roof leaks like Niagara Falls...they had to make it water tight on both ends in case the lagoon above collapsed the roof and flooded the place." Diamond explained. "They couldn't risk flooding the whole production facility back there." "No, I...I suppose not," Justin agreed dryly. "Damn, I see what you mean about Niagara Falls." "Good thing we're all naked," Diamond joked. "Hurry, they won't be expecting us over here and...we'll be on home territory...no one will think twice seeing us poking around," Titan reasoned. "Wait a minute, you said security was tighter over HERE than back there?" Justin worried as they briskly trekked through ankle-deep water, already thoroughly soaked. "Mind telling me why we're climbing from the frying pan into the fire?" "In theory," Titan answered. "No Level Two toy soldiers over here, but...Diamond and I, this is our home, and you with a guest badge...if anyone asks...which I doubt, we'll stay on the first floor, just waunder out the back door, then go beachcombing..." "Beachcombing?" Justin rolled his eyes laughing. "The main cart paths are going to be like a sewer line after a good, hard shit," Titan explained. "Weekend...we'll not seem out of place on the beach, waundering along like we're looking for seashells... "I hope your little trick works getting us outta here," Diamond eyed his boyfriend. "No problem, same code on each end, just punch in the numbers." Titan instructed. "What numbers?" "The same...you forgot the numbers?" Titan cried in dismay. "Uhhh...yes...I mean...no...uhhh three, three, six...no three FOUR six...or was it seven...I know it started with a three." Diamond struggled to recall. "Three, four, seven, seven, eight, nine five," Justin startled both boys as he recited the code from memory. "How'd you do that?" Diamond demanded. "Reverse input querry," Justin replied as Titan punched in the code. The door shuddered, creeked, then slowly began to move. Diamond moved to help it along. "NO!" Titan shouted "Don't touch it...you'll set off every alarm on the island if you do." "It's booby trapped?" Justin gaped as the door gradually allowed a space for them to pass. "Leave it alone, it'll close by itself in five seconds," Titan instructed as they entered a nice, dry, spotlessly clean lab. "There's towels over there...dry off, then...Diamond, mop up our footprints, with the towels, don't want to leave behind any indications we been down here. "Thank God, I was starting to get a bad impression of this place," Justin quipped. "This is where we used to clean up the new boys as soon as they come out of the tanks upstairs," Titan explained as they toweled off. "The bunker over there has a place makes this one seem like a carwash." "Ohhhh yes, I remember it well," Diamond sighed, gazing hurriedly around the familiar lab. "WAIT!" Titan stopped them as they were about to leave. "Our hair!" "We gotta dry our hair," Diamond agreed. "We all look like drowned rats," Titan observed. "Use the hand dryers over there, aim them at your head." "I used to do this back in elementary school after gym," Justin smiled as he bent to the task of un-drowning his pompadour. "We...we just gonna...fuckin' walk out of here like...like nothing happened?" Diamond worried as he finished with his mop of medium blond hair. "No, we're conducting a tour so...we'll conduct a tour...show Justin around some more," Titan reasoned as they once more headed toward an elevator at the opposite end of the big lab. "This is Doc Warren's private elevator," Diamond continued the tour. "Hope he's not using it at the moment." "Press one," Titan instructed as they boarded the mirror-lined vertical vehicle. "Doc likes mirrors, I take it?" Justin observed as their repeated reflections in mirrors on three sides made the place seem crowded. "No, but his predecessor did," Diamond explained. "Doc's too cheap to take'em down. WE have the job of keeping'em clean." "Well, Mr. Bieber, that pretty well covers everything, not very splashy, but the elevators run on time," Titan suddenly assumed his role as tour guide as they stepped from the elevator and headed down the hall toward security. "I can't thank you enough, this has really been quite interesting," Justin turned actor as well. "Tell Dr. Warren thanks for sparing you to like this, I've got to be moving on..." "Wait, you ain't seen the pool," Diamond insisted. "The pool? This place has a pool?" Justin laughed as he surrendered his guest badge to a bored checkpoint attendant who didn't even recognize him. "Whew, that's a relief," Titan breathed as they headed toward the back of the building, the cafeteria, and recreation patio. "I was afraid they'd recognize you and start making a big fuss." "Vulcan mind meld," Justin insisted. "I told him telepathically to go fuck himself." "Cute," Titan smiled, relaxing a bit. "And this little puddle is what we jokingly call a swimming pool," he continued in tour mode as they passed through glass double doors to the nearly deserted patio. "They mop up the water every night then get someone to piss in it the next morning." "Where the fuck IS everyone?" Diamond asked, looking about. "Normally, on a weekend, we could walk across the pool stepping on bobbing heads." "I almost forgot...Estes' birthday...over at the hotel..." Titan recalled as he led them from the patio through a grassy area between the science lab and the computer lab. "The beach is this way." "We need to stay out of the sun, I didn't bring any sunblock," Justin worried as his bare feet began to sink into the sandy grass. "Fuck the sun, we need to stay outta sight from the cart path," Titan insisted as he looked about uneasily. Nothing seemed to be out of the norm. "This is strange. I figured by this time the place would be hoppin' with cops. Not even an alarm, no boats in the water...spooky." "Uhhh...guys...I suppose it might be premature to ask, but...where we going?" Diamond queried. "As far from this place as we can get," Titan snarled, still tense, even though they couldn't have asked for a smoother getaway. "The plane...we'll get you two the fuck off the island," Justin insisted. "Nope." Titan contradicted. "Whadya mean, nope," Diamond questioned. "Sounds good to me." "In the first place, the plane is the first place they'll look for us," Titan reasoned. "Second, in case you haven't noticed, we're fuckin' NAKED!" "No problem, I've got some clothes on board that'd probably fit ya...errr...welll...almost," Justin failed to reassure them as he surveyed Diamond's boyish physique. Justin wasn't exactly King Kong, but neither did he have the build of a twelve-year old boy. "We're more than just...NAKED naked, we're...PAPER naked too," Titan reminded them. "Damn," Justin swore. "Tell me about it," Titan worried as they sauntered along the shady side of the beach, Titan keeping a watchful eye for cart path trafic. "You take off in that big fucker, where ya gonna LAND it?" Titan asked. "Ain't NO place with a mile-long runway not gonna have customs fuckers wantin' to stamp our passports." "SHIT!" Justin knew the boy was right. "We could swim?" Diamond suggested, not very helpfully. "Fine, there's the water, take off." Titan pointed. "Ecstasy is that-a-way, I think." "Know anyone with a boat?" Justin suggested hopefully. "Lots of people...but they all work for Doc Warren," Titan complained. "Anyone you could trust, anyone owe you a favor?" Justin pondered their fix. "Tink?" Diamond suggested. "TINK?" Titan laughed. "Have you forgotten, he's with Hanson, probably Doc, too by now...turnin' this place upside down looking for us." "Looks pretty right-side-up to me," Diamond observed, looking about. "That palm tree over there's a bit crooked but..." "GET DOWN!" Titan suddenly cried as the three of them all but buried themselves in the sand. "What?" Justin murmurred. "Doc! Him and Hanson...just zipped by over there," Titan nodded toward the cart path. "Hell, they're headed toward the bunker!" "Not exactly hot on our tail," Diamond noted in relief. "Fuck, I got sand in my mouth." "THINK, guys, THINK, we gotta find a way OFF this fuckin' island!" Titan declared vehemently. --------------------------- "Are you SURE they headed toward the bunker?" Dr. Warren cried in disbelief as he and Hanson once more reved up their electric golf cart heading around the lagoon. Tink had begged off the wild goose chase, pleading duties back at the farm. "They left your golf card outside, what do YOU think?" Hanson sneered, losing more and more respect for his boss by the minute. "But...fuck...why would they come here, makes no sense," Doc tried to reason. "And how the fuck'd they get IN?" "You forget who you're dealing with," Hanson noted. "Justin Bieber?" Doc looked at him in mild humor and dismay. "Bieber? Fuck Bieber, try Titan," Hanson insisted. "Shittttt...you're right, this whole mess is starting to smell like the work of a Level V mind," Mike admitted as they rounded a curve and spotted his abandoned golf cart in the shade under a palm. "Which would explain how they got past security," Hanson further reasoned. "It would?" Doc looked at him strangely. "You know all the security guys here?" Hanson questioned. "I know everybody EVERY where on this island, why? Doc questioned. "Know him?" Hanson questioned as they nimbly hopped from their cart and entered the air-conditioned coolness of the bunker. "His name is...is...Bleeker...or Blaker...something like that," Mike recited, trying desperately to match the face to a name as the two of them brushed by without even a nod. "Go on?" Hanson insisted. "He's...he's...damn, a weekend warrior," Doc suddenly realize, using the nickname they'd given the formulated security fill-ins. "Level II mind." "Putty in the hands of a Level V," Hanson added as they hurried down the steps. "Palmer!" Mike cried as they suddenly came face to face with the security guard as they rounded the corner. The two of them all but plowed the poor guy to the floor. "Brought the big guns this time, I see," Palmer smiled. "Dr. Warren, imagine meeting you like this." "Titan, Diamond, Justin Bieber, you seen any of them?" Mike asked once he'd righted himself. "You too? Not except in my dreams," Palmer joked. "I plan to see more of them tonight." "Who's downstairs?" Dr. Warren demanded. "Baker crew is on duty on the mind line, just Ike and Alex with the kiddies," Palmer told him as both Dr. Warren and Hanson hustled off toward the nearest set of steps. "Happy hunting, say hello to the Bieb for me..." Palmer laughed, shaking his head in dismay as he stared after them. "...Justin Bieber...here? HAH!" "Hey, Doc, what brings YOU around on a beautiful weekend like this?" Alex Snider, the technical supervisor greeted his boss. "You seen Justin Bieber?" Hanson asked breathlessly. "Who? Justin..." Alex laughed. "Titan, Diamond...anyone down here today besides you and Ike and Palmer?" Mike demanded. "Bieber? What the hell would he be doing HERE...and...down HERE? You two out of your minds?" Alex laughed. "Where's Ike?" Mike looked about in frustration. "He's on break...upstairs I suppose," Alex told them, starting to look perplexed. "We had some kind of security breach or something?" "Come on," Mike sighed as they hurried off again. "It's like we're chasing ghosts," Hanson suggested. "You go that way, I'll take the other steps, meet you in the break room," Mike ordered. "By myself? I'm afraid of ghosts," Hanson pretended, knowing his boss wasn't in the mood for jokes and enjoying his own all the more for that reason. They met five minutes later in the break room, no boys, no Bieber, and no Ike to be found. "Doc! phone... Your communication locket must not be working down there underground," the security guard yelled from his post at the front desk. "Dr. Warren..." Mike grabbed the land line unit, trying to calm his voice into something resembling a professional tone. "Mike...Jim Loin...put Bieber on." "Yeah, sure, wish I could," Mike sighed. "We can't find him...or the boys," he admitted. "WHAT?!" Loin bellowed loud enough that the security guard could hear him as Mike reflexively pulled the receiver from his ear. "The last anyone saw of them they were headed toward the production facility...their cart is outside but...since then, they seem to have disappeared," Mike filled them in. "That was almost an hour ago." "FIND HIM!" Loin ordered. "Sound the alarm, turn that fuckin' island upside-down, inside-out. I wanna talk to the bastard." Mike gingerly handed the phone back to the guard. "Deep shit?" Hanson correctly summed up the situation. "The deepest," Mike agreed. "Push the button, level 5 alarm, all security report here..." "What button?" the guard looked at him blankly. He got back a blank stare from Dr. Warren for his trouble. Doc suddenly rushed behind the desk and flipped open the metal guard covering the big red alarm button and pounded it with his fist. Lights there and all over the island began to flash, alarms and sirens went off, loudspeakers blared, communications lockets hummed or vibrated. All hell had broken loose.