Date: Mon, 8 Sep 2014 01:29:16 -0400 From: John Marshall Subject: Jackin' Jack Cox Chapter 19 This story does NOT directly continue the saga which began with "The Working Boys,"continued with "Ecstasy Island," followed by "Ecstasy Renewed," "EcstasyInc," "The Pharm Boys," and "Erotic Isle: the Endless Orgasm." However, like my other stories, it 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" and "Erotic Isle: the Endless Orgasm." (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. Though there is some mention of some of the characters from the earlier stories all the people in this story are new characters. 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 characters 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 tan that might be hazardous to your sexual health...especially your hard, throbbing cock. Note: All drugs mentioned are fictitious. If you like what you read, let me know at crackerjacker18@hotmail.com. JACKIN' JACK COX CHAPTER NINETEEN "When was CoxInt founded?" Ien asked as he and Jack Cox began evaluating the effectiveness of his dream-induced briefing before lunch. "Cox Pharmaceuticals was founded in 1971 by myself and Dr. Steven Mathison along with a group of ten major investors including Alexander Wilson, Mr. & Mrs. David Simmons, Douglas Henderson, the Patterson Group headed by Paul Patterson and his son, Peter; Lindsey Morgan, James Loin, Robertson Holding Company, and Eileson Avery Pomroy, and...uhhhh...oh yeah, Thomas Anderson. Is that ten?" Jack reeled them off like he was recalling his elementary school teachers. "Whoa..." Ien gasped, dumbfounded, leaning back in his console, mouth gaping. "Only nine, but who's counting." "Davenport Mitchell." Jack added. "Who?" Ien looked at him blankly. 'The tenth investor," Jack told him blandly. "CEO Jackson Cox, CFO and Director of Research and Development, Dr. Steven Mathison, Director of Marketing, Bob Logan, Vice President of Legal Affairs, Paul Lang, Vice President of Illegal Affairs, Jim Tome, Vice President of sexual affairs, ME." "It's Mitchel Davenport but close enough," Ien smiled. "Who turrned out to be one hell of a crook," Jack added. "Yes, and keep and eye on the Patterson Group, they're real cut-throats," Ien recalled. "We bought out their holdings in '79," Jack recalled. "Really?" Ien eyed him in amazement. "I'd forgotten about that." "Jason and I took the company private in 1984, then formed Cox International in '86 consolidating Cox Pharmaceuticals along with seven other companies into a single corporate entity." "And your son, Jason, was born in...?" Ien probed. "1965. November 16, 1965, Corona Family Clinic, Malibu, California, 1:43 p.m. It was a Tuesday," Jack added. "Damn, you're good," Ien smiled. "Lyndon B. Johnson was president, some group called the Bee Gees put out their first album with songs by some guy named Barry Gibb," Jack rattled on. "Who was your son's mother?" Ien asked. "Why, Susan, of course, Susan Mathison, Dr. Mathison's daughter," Jack sighed, seemingly impatient with such a softball question. "And How old was she at the time?" Ien questioned. "Fifteen and a few days," Jack sighed. "I fucked her really hard." "That did NOT come from your briefing material," Ien laughed. "It was in the dream...well not when our son was conceived, but...I fucked her really, really hard." Jack insisted. "And her brother?" Ien continued. "I fucked HIM really hard too," Jack added, though he really couldn't remember having done more than suck him off. "I wish you'd quit makin' this shit up, I can't tell how much Astor pumped into your pretty head and how much WE put there," Ien shook his head. Nonetheless, he was amazed, and completely satisfied with all Vince Astor had accomplished. The man had earned every credit he'd wrung out of CoxInc. "How long we gonna go on with this charade?" Jack asked impatiently. "You know all the CoxPharm research?" Ien asked. "Duranol, later changed to Duralon, five strengths, five different colors, first level, the eternal errection, second..." Jack took a deep breath and began. "Okay, okay, you're starting to bore me, " Ien admitted. "Let's get you down to cosmetics and let them have a go at you." "A GO at me? What the fuck?" Jack reacted. "Don't worry, we're just going to permanenetly lighten your hair, lengthen it a little, work on your lashes and brows, darken your tan...get rid of the tan line..." Ien went on. "Lengthen my hair?" Jack gaped at him in amazement as they stood to leave. "You can DO that?" "About an inch an hour," Ien told him. "How long you want it? We have about four hours." "Well, not four INCHES, let me tell you," Jack insisted. "Can you do that to my COCK too?" "Yes, but not in four hours...affraid you're stuck with what you got." Ien laughed, hugging him, obviously relieved that the debriefing had gone so well. "Twelve years old, six inches hard, and you want MORE?" "It was worth a try," Jack shrugged. "What about my pubes?" "You want pubes?" Ien asked in surprise. Pubic hair was considered completely uncouth in 2475. Jack shrugged, considering the idea. "No, guess not," he decided. "I'll go for the young and virginal look." "We'll be whitening your teeth about six shades, lengthening and darkening your eyelashes, firming up your eyebrows..." Ien continued as they entered the cosmetolgy lab. "God, if you aren't already the most beautiful boy on this planet, you'll be knock'em dead, drop-dead gorgeous by the time you show up naked on the beach down there again." "Can you give me a does of Duralon before I go back?" Jack asked. "Better stlll, we can give you almost instantaneous erection control for life," Ien told him. "In fact, we'd already planned that." "Erection control?" Jack looked at him funny, then down at his barely concealed boycock. "I thought I had that already." "Can you get completely hard in two seconds?" Ien asked, knowing the answer. Jack shook his head. "Ten maybe." "Two seconds or less, one simple injection...lasts a lifetime," Ien explained. "You have erection control like that?" Jack asked skeptically. Ien smiled, then laughed. "Each injection costs about four million credits, so no...too rich for my blood but..." "TWO SECONDS?" Jack repeated aloud. "I hate shots." "Call it kind of a 'going away' present, courtesy of your future company, as a token of our appreciation for all we've put you through." Ien hugged the young boy he was trying desperately not to fall in love with. "I can't even imagine getting hard in...like...two SECONDS?" Jack contemplated in amazement as they tread the short distance to Cosmetology. "Got any other miracle meds down here I could use?" "Mmmm...I don't know, never really thought about it," Ien admitted. "You have a weight problem?" "A weight problem?" Jack looked up at him in dismay, then down at his slender young boy-body. "I don't guess so, why?" "You might have in the future," Ien suggested. "I guess we could give you some Absolon." "What's that?" Jack questioned as they entered the Cosmetology suite and breezed past the gorgeous male receptionist. "Well, it's really not for weight control, actually, though that's a side effect," Ien explained as he directed Jack into a small cubical with a reclining seat. "It was really developed mainly to improve muscle tone. You don't have much in the way of a six-pack but..." "Six pack?" Jacked eyed him strangly as the cosmet tech came in. "You know, abs...abdominal muscles, the kind you get from doing sit-ups," Ien tried to connect with the boy's 1960s idiom. "I hate doing sit-ups," Jack told him. "I never heard'em called a 'six-pack' before." "You will in a few years," Ien assured him. Then he turned to the cosmet tech. "Give him a shot of Absolon, lighten his hair to a medium blond, shade....mmm...shade 33, 34, someting like that. Add a couple inches, hugging the face but full, then accentuate the brows a little and lengthen and darken the lashes...just make him...gorgeous." "MAKE him gorgeous, damn, he's already one of the prettiest boys to come through here in a long time," the cosmet tech insisted. "My name is Indianola. They call me Indi. What's yours?" "Jack," Jack told him. "COX," Ien added for emphasis. "Hoooo, shit, really?" Indi was impressed. "And then give him a shot of Puretine," Ien told him finally. "PURETINE!! Are you sure?" Indi gaped at first one, then the other. "You got the keys to the fucking VAULT?" "Security will be down here with it in about twenty minutes," Ien told him. "Any side effect from this Puretine stuff?" Jack asked. Indi began laughing. "Side effects? You didn't tell him about the side effects?" "What?" Jack looked up from his reclining seat anxiously. "There's side effects alright!" Indi laughed again. "You're gonna be the horniest little boy on this fucking planet for the next 24 to 48 hours. How old are you anyway, ten, eleven?" "Twelve, almost thirteen," Jack told him. "You hardly look ten," Indi smiled, shaking he head, going to work on first Jack's brows with some kind of liquid application. "You sure this little guy can handle it?" Indi asked Ien." "No, but he's gonna have a lot of fun TRYING," Ien laughed. "Right, buddy?" "I'm gonna wanna fuck everything in sight?" Jack asked in dismay. "Want to? You WILL," Ien assured him. "We'd go for a light dose, but this has to last a lifetime so..." "Who's payin' for this?" Indi asked in dismay as he began massaging an oily solution into jack's scalp. "Who do you think?" Ien looked at him like he should know better than even ask. "Look, I gotta go check on preparations down on the beach, I'll be back in an hour, okay?" "An hour. Right. Cool," Indi agreed. "How come you're smiling so much," Jack questioned. "You'll see," Indi smiled some more, even broader this time. "You're easy to color," He told Jack. "Now, lean back, have to rinse ya," "Not REAL blond, just a little," Jack requested. "Mmmm...you virgin?" Indi asked out of the blue. "You gay?" Jack traded dumb questions. Indi was obviously gay as a lark. "Right...stupid question," Indi acknowledged. "How the fuck you get to be so...damn...pretty...there's no other word for it." "Pretty pills," Jack forced a smile, starting to grow tired of the small talk. "Will this Absolon shit turn me into a muscle man." "No, not really...oh, I guess if you really pushed it, but with little or no exercise, it'll just...enhance your physique, eliminate most fat cells, tighten everything up," Indi told him. "Actually...let me see...you're twelve...mmmm...you probably won't notice much for two or three years. You pube yet?" "Do I...WHAT yet?" Jack asked in dismay. "You pubing...you shoot cum when you...." "Oh...yeah...never heard it called that...yeah, lots and lots." Jack assured him. "Guess we better put down a tarp," Indi said to himself. "A tarp?" Jack asked. "What for?" "Never mind...just...just thinking out loud," Indi smiled down at the beautiful young specimen of boyhood in his care. "May I kiss you?" Jack shrugged. "I guess so," he smiled up at the twenty-something cosmet tech. Indi bent forward and did so. "Sweet..." "You like young boys?" Jack questioned. "When they're as pretty...fuckkkkk....as BEAUTIFUL as....damn right I like young boys," Indi assured. "Indianola Ormond?" A stern voice asked from behind them. Indi turned and automatically showed the two men his security badge. "The Puretine, I take it?" "We've orders to observe the injection," the second guard announced. "You got a few minutes,? I don't want him freakin' until I get done with his lashes," Indi requested. "This the Cox kid?" the first security guy asked. "Jack Cox, glad to meet you," Jack sat up slightly, extending his hand. "They said he was..." the other guard paused, in search of words. "Attractive... I like what you did with his hair. Get a new shot of him, shoot it upstairs, we'll make him a new badge." "I'm going to be leaving in...less than three hours," Jack told them. "I need a new badge for...three hours?" The two security men looked at one another questioningly as Indi hurried to do his work on Jack. "No, I guess not...face like that...no one's gonna kick ya outta bed...or out the front gate either. Mr. Ormond, we...don't have all day." "Please, just Indi," the cosmet tech insisted, as he injected Jack with a bluish liquid that was Absolon. "Hey, that...why didn't you tell me you were giving me..." Jack reacted in surprise, "a shot. "You ever inject before?" the older of the two security men asked. "Twice," Indi told them. "You ever witness a Puretine before?" Both men shook their heads. "Better undo your flies, wouldn't want to rip out you Velcro," Indi teased with a very straight face. "Huh?" "I beg your pardon?" the second security guy asked. "Okay...ready as I'll ever be...where's the juice?" Indi finished with Jack's lashes. "Here," the older guard handed Indi a small vial. "Don't fuckin' drop it." "Let me see, for my records...you're....Agent Withers and you're...CAPTAIN Sparks..." he read from their badges. "They sent down a CAPTAIN as a delivery boy?" Indi smiled as he wrote down their names, then accepted the priceless serum. Carefully, slowly, he inserted the vial into his syringe. "This gonna hurt?" Jack worried as he lay aside the hand held mirror Indi had provided for him to admire his new look. "Oh yeah. Like HELL for about a second, then you'll start enjoying it," Indi told him. "Now don't move...try not to flinch, this will take a minute or two...better make it three, I guess, you're so young." "Enjoying it?" Jack asked smiling. "Gonna get me HIGH?" "Well...I'd not thought of it like that but I guess you might...okay...now...don't move...gonna feel a little prick...then feel a BIG prick," Indi warned as he took aim at Jack's slender upper arm. "Ouch," Jack smiled up bravely at Indi as the injection began. Indi had been right about the initial pain. Jack struggled not to cry out. "Ooooo...brave front. I'm impressed," indi teased. "When do I start...ohhhhh fuck...nice," jack smiled up at the man with the needle. "You like that?" Indi smiled down lovingly as he slowly continued. "One of you guys wanna undo his fly, he's gonna..." "Undo his WHAT?" Captain Sparks reacted in confusion. "You're kidding?' "DO IT," Indi ordered firmly. "He's about to pop such a boner... "Ohhhhhhh, fuck, you got that right," Jack gasped. "Here, let me," Agent Withers adjusted the penis opening in the front of Jack's garment then pulled it down, completely exposing Jack's genitals. "DAMN!" Captain Sparks cried as the three of them watched Jack bone up to what he guessed to be close to seven inches. "You doin' okay, boy?" Indi asked softly as he divided his attention between what HE was doing and the reaction it was causing in Jack. "Oh, fuck, my cock's about to explode, other than that..." Jacki replied, as stunned himself by what he was seeing and feeling as the two witnesses. "Oh my GAWD, the kid's ejaculating!" Agent Withers cried in surprise as he watched Jack's first massive spurt. "Doesn't usually happen during the injection," Indi told them, "but this one...he's so young...easy, Jack, don't move...just let it happen, almost done." "AHAHAIIEIREHAOIEHROH FUCCCCCCKKKKKK...FUCCCCCKKKKK...FUCCCCKKKKKK...CUMMMMMMINNNNNNNGGGG...FUCKIN' CUMMMMING!" Jack cried in sexual anguish as he body reacted to the powerful drug. "So that's what a five-million credit orgasm looks like," Captain Sparks murmurred softly as he could hardly believe what he was seeing. "AIIIAEAOAEHHOAEIHRO...OEOOAOEIRHAOEIRHHAEHERIGHHAHHHH...GOD, FEELS...FEEELS...ALGOEAIEHROAIEHORIHOH FUCK....FEELS LIKE...LIKE...AHGOEAIHER HOOAOOAOOAOHAHEHHEAORHH SHIT, OHOAHGHEOAIEHROHOHAR FUCKIN' DAMN, AGHOEAIERHHOAIEHOH FUCK, FUCK FUCK FUCK!!" Jack continued to ejaculate, now well past six or seven huge, hard, mindblowing spurting spasms of pure, Puretine, sexual ecstasy. His mind couldn't find words for what he was feeling. "Enjoy it kid, you'll never have another orgasm in your life to match THIS one," Indi told him as he injected the last of the drug from the syringe into Jack's trembling young boy-body. "You guys wanna hold onto his feet, restrain him, we don't want him running off swine-wild raping anyone." "Fuck, the kid can rape ME any fuckin' time he wants," Agent Withers sighed. "I didn't know you were gay?" Captain Sparks looked at his assistant in dismay. "Neither did I but..." then Withers leaned over and sucked Jack's cock between his lips, taking as much of the massive spurting boy-cock as he could manage. "Whooooo fuccckkkkkkk!" he suddenly pulled off, quickly spitting out Jack's cum." "I should have warned you, Puretine tastes like...barbecued shit," Indi laughed. "Jack, please, don't go around face-fuckin' anyone for an hour or two, okay?" "AHIEIAOEIRHOAOEHAERIIIIIO HOOOOOOO FUCK.....HOOAOOOROAOOEO FUCK...CAN'T STOP...CAN'T STOP CUMMIN'...AHGIEAIEIROAIEHRHOIGHOHOIDH!: "He gonna be alright?' Captain sparks worried. "Him, what about ME?" Withers cried, still spitting violently. "That'll teach you to mollest helpless little boys," Captain sparks laughed. "No matter how fuckin'....damn, CUTE they are." "You guys wanna help me get him outta his clothes, he's pretty well...soaked everything," Indi requested. "Sure," Withers readily agreed as the three of them managed to strip jack while avoiding his contuing spurts of white, hot boy-cum. "How long he go on like this." "Not long....though...I've never injected one so young before," Indi admitted. "Hard to say." "It's...it's easing up," Jack reported, even though his still-oozing cock seemed to have a mind of its own. "I came back early and...my god, what the fuck you doin' rapin' the kid?" Ien reacted to the slippery, naked chaos he observed before him. "You Cox brats...last one...practically spray painted the place," Indi reported as he and the others continued to gently hold Jack down. "Jack, you okay?" Ien inquired anxiously. "Fuck no, my fuckin' cock's about to pop off like a fuckin' ROCKET!" Jack insisted, exaggerating only slightly. "Give us a few more minutes, let him...calm down some," Indi requested. "How'd I do on his head." "Beautiful, as always, Indi," Ien told him. "That's why I asked for you and you alone. Maybe some day I'll be able to afford your services." "Roughly 650 thousand credits...give ya the works," Indi promised. "Yeah, well, after today, I'd be doing good to come up with SIX credits," Ien told him. "This was kind of a 'going away present' for the kid." "Money well spent," Withers sighed, falling in love with Jack's beautiful, young face. "My partner's turning gay on me," Sparks rolled his eyes in dismay. "Ask him how great it is to suck the kid's cock?" "Don't ask," Withers smiled sheepishly, the taste of Jack's Puretine flavored cum still lingering in his mouth. "How do I make it go down?" Jack questioned, admiring the incredible firmness of his cock. It was like a tree limb. "Visualize it getting soft, that's all ya have to do," Ien advised. Silently Jack and the others all watched his cock for several seconds. "It's not working," Jack worried. "Yes...yes it is...concentrate...concentrate, boy...it's...it's shrinking," Withers gaped at the genital wonder before him, fighing back the urge this time to suck it. "Little more than two seconds," Jack said as he found the effort more difficult than he's expected. "There's a learning curve," Ien admitted. "You'll get the hang of it, don't worry," Indi reassured him. "Fuck, you just had your injection a few minutes ago. Getting soft isn't the name of the game at the moment. "You got that right, it's gettin' hard again," Jack observed. Can I jack it? God, I'm horny...really, really fuckin' horny." "Come on...save it...we're on a tight schedule...127 minutes till..." Ien urged Jack up from his seat. "Gotta get you cleaned up...and no, I'm not going to shower with you," Ien read Jack's horny mind. "I will...if you don't mind," Indi volunteered way too eagerly. "Indi, please...you're a great cosmet tech, you did a wonderful job on the kid, but...I'm afraid...well, the boy's in for quite an ordeal and we don't want to sap his strength, no more than you already have, that is...you can come watch though, if you like...if Captain Sparks will clear you to a top secret level." Sparks eyed Ien, then Jack, then Indi. He nodded. "Come on, let's get you leveled up." "Thanks...Withers, Captain Sparks, Indi, you've all been great," Ien told them as they turned to leave. "I need to cum," Jack protested as they headed for the showers. "Put a cork in it," Ien advised tensely. He didn't have time to coddle a horny twelve-year-old on his way back to the 20th-century. "Now get in there, scrub yourself clean, and be careful, that arm is gonna smart a little where you got injected. And NO JACKIN' OFF!" "Uh...what about...clothes?" Jack asked, letting his voice rise half an octave. "Listen, kid, you're well past clothes...no one's gonna notice you're...okay, they might notice..." Ien changed his mind in seeing the boy so seductively naked. "See if you can make it go down, you'll get stared at less." "I'm gonna be...NAKED until I go back?" Jack asked in dismay. "Yes, unless you spend the next two hours in the shower, now get a move on," Ien ordered. "From here on out, you won't be needing clothes."