Date: Wed, 17 Apr 2013 17:53:49 -0400 From: John Marshall Subject: The Pharm Boys Chapter 18 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" and "EcstasyInc." "The Pharm Boys," like the previous segment, is unorthodox but quite seductive, as are the figures depicted. Like "Ecstasy Island" and "The Working Boys," "Ecstasy Renewed" (all found under Bisexual Adult/Youth), and "EcstasyInc" (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 minor 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 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. THE PHARM BOYS CHAPTER 18 "WOW, this place is fuckin' HUGE?" Kevin Cox cried in amazement as he and Ronon Parker gazed down at Bristol Island from around two-thousand feet. The chopper slowly circled the island at Ronon's request to get a better look at the place. "They have their own landiing strip...paved...control tower, terminal, the works," Ronon marveled. "That must be the research facility over there on the end of that curved arm encircling the lagoon." "Not as many trees as Ecstasy," Kevin noted. "It's not like a jungle." "It was once a plantation, you're looking at what used to be fields of sugar cane, some rice, bananas, sweet potatoes..." the pilot told them as he heard from the tower permission to land. "Cox worked over the place pretty good, tearing down what the didin't need, pouring tons of dough into buildings, a hotel, a few houses, stuff like that. "Many planes land here?" Kevin asked as the copter settle to the tarmac, not on the runway but the taxiway near the terminal. "Every few days, a Cox transport lands with supplies," the pilot told him. "Wait here, I have to sign your clearance papers before you can get out." "Hey...it's Toy...and man, what a hot fucker with her," Ronon sighed as he admired her teenaged escourt. "That would be Hanson...kind of the VICE president of Bristol Island," the pilot joked as he opened the door. "Got you some guests," the pilot greeted the two as the guy the pilot had called Hanson handed him a clipboard. The chopper was so loud no one could really talk to be heard. Toy and Hanson helped the two boys from the chopper, hanging small security tags on nylon cords around their necks. Then Toy put her arms around the shoulders of the two boys and headed toward the terminal. "Welcome to Bristol Islalnd," she cried as the racket from the chopper intensified in taking off again. "I'm Hanson, let me guess, you're Kevin and you're Ronon, right?" Hanson guessed, shaking each boy's hand. "How'd you know? We that famous?" Kevin joked, looking Hanson over from head to foot, admiring the older teen's exquisite naked physique. "Man, you're really HOT." "You're pretty toasty yourself," Hanson returned the boy's admiring glance. "Toy described you to me...said you were a couple of the horniest toads she'd ever encountered. Did you really both fuck her at the same time?" Kevin started laughing "We TRIED, but it was pretty awkward," Ronon admitted. "Not very fulfilling but lots of fun," Toy insisted. "I had one hell of an orgasm, I don't know about these two." "I don't even remember...it was...seems like AGES ago," Kevin said as they entered the small, quite modern terminal where they were greeted by a 30-something man with black hair. "I'm Terry Tunnis, director of homeland security here on the island," the slender, lean, well-muscled man told them. "Homeland security...?" Toy laughed. "He's one of two traffic controllers. He and his brother keep coming up with new job titles. Yesterday he was chief customs inspector." "That's my brother, Earl," Terry stamped their security papers. "You're official now...legal citizens of Bristol Island. You know the rules, under no circumstances are you to wear clothes or refuse sexual encounters, especially from government officials." "Come on, he's so full of shit his eyes are brown," Hanson herded them all back outside toward a lingering golf cart. "Tink's having a barbecue in your honor tonight, hope you're hungry," Toy told the boys as she hugged and kissed them, especially Kevin. "The kids are looking forward to meeting you." "What're we going to be doing? What's our job gonna be?" Ronon asked as they got in the golf cart. "Well, for now, you're going to be...I guess you'd say, kind of like house parents for about fifty boys in the Cliffside dorm...more later in a few weeks," Toy told them. "Eventually, we'll put you in charge of separate dorms. We're expecting something of a population explosion aroud here later this year." "What about sex classes and stuff like that?" Kevin asked anxiously, eager to get back to what he knew best. "Actually, we have a couple of the boys who handle that," Toy told him, "although their training procedures maybe could probably use some fine tuning. Kevin here, the main difference will be that you'll have to learn to deal with a much broader age range than on Ecstasy. We've got little boys as young as three or four and older boys fourteen or fifteen." "Gees, why so young?" Ronon asked as Hanson whipped the cart around bends like a Formula I driver in slow motion. "They're level three clearance, right?" Toy asked. Hanson nodded, "level three..." "Okay, boys, the reason they're so young is that they're clones." Toy revealed. "They're...what?" Ronon laughed in disbelief. "Cox has profected the...art...science...whatever...of cloning naked little boys... genetically engineering them for optimal sexual performance and beauty. We get them as soon as they're out of diapers, feed, train, educate, fuck, suck, and tuck them in at night for the next ten years," Hanson explained as the cart labored up the hill towards the main house. "Those buildings you see are dorms for when we start handling boys by the hundreds," he pointed out as they went. Right now only the main house and Clifside over there are in use." "Looks like Cox spared no expense," Kevin admired the extravagantly modern design of the buildings. "Actually, they did spare certain expenses, which you'll come to discover once you've been here a while," Toy explained as they pulled to a stop in what appeared to be the backyard of the main house. Around them, Ronon guessed there to be upwards to fifty, maybe more, naked young boys of all ages playing, running, laughing, hugging, kissing, even fucking and sucking one another in a few cases. "Can we eat now," one of the boys, who looked about nine or ten, asked of Toy as she got from the cart. "Soon," Toy hugged the boy. "Silly, I'd like you to meet our newest...staff...they're going to be your house parents at Cliffside. This is Kevin and this is his husband, Ronon. Boys, this is about the sweetest little munckin you'll ever meet. This is Sylvester, though we call him Silly for short." "Cute," Ronon smiled, putting his arm around the boy, hugging him. "Hi, Silly." "I love your cock, will you fuck me with it after dinner?" Silly asked. "I won't promise," Ronon told the boy, "but I'll put you at the top of my list of boys to fuck." "Aren't you a little young to get fucked?" Kevin questioned. "Ronon's got a pretty big cock...take it from one who knows." "Silly is ten years old but he can handle pretty much anything swingin' around here," Toy joked. "Come on guys, you start fuckin' around with Silly and you'll have a line waiting their turn in less than a minute." "No PDA?" Ronon guessed. "Well, we have no rules but, experience tends to dictate that sex out in the open just generates MORE sex out in the open and...it gets a little hard to get anything else done when that happens," Toy told them as they went inside. "Hey, guys, glad to see ya made it," Scott Tinker greeted Kevin and Ronon with warm hugs and deep kisses, hardening his and both the boys' cocks. "You're running late, I figured I'd smell burnt meat when we drove up," Toy told her husband. "Silly about raped us on the way in he's so hungry." "He gets horny when he gets hungry?" Ronon laughed. "He gets horny when he exhales," Tink laughed. "You get used to him after a while. He can be a pest sometimes, but he's also a hot little fucker in bed as well. Try him out, not often, mind you but..." "These guys our new boys?" an exceedingly cute, blond boy about Ronon's age greeted them as Tink handed him a huge tray of raw ground steak. "You got the grills hot?" Tink asked. "Yes, this is Kevin and Ronon. Boys, this is Diamond." "My god, I never seen such a beautiful boy," Kevin gushed as he extended his hand. Diamond was too laden down with meat to accept the gesture but smiled, then leaned forward and kissed Kevin's lips. "Whoa...boys...not here, not now...we got a tribe to feed and the natives are restless tonight," Tink drew them apart. "Diamond, be careful. You dump that and, so help me, I'll order every boy on this island not to suck your cock for a week." "God, he's...he's...whew...hot," Ronon sighed as Kevin and Diamond went outside to help Tink start 'burning meat'." "Diamond is...special...our chief training instructor," Toy explained as she hustled food from the fridge and handed it to Ronon to take outside. She wished she could tell Ronon more about the boy, but he wasn't cleared for level four. "Get to know the boys...all of them...almost a hundred now..." "A HUNDRED?" Ronon sighed. "You had twice that many to get to know at Ecstasy," Toy reminded him as they carried food out to a kind of improvised buffet Tink had set up. "I suppose," Ronon admitted, "but we used to AVOID getting to know them personally...unlike here. On Ecstasy we got to know them professionally." "No one said this would be easy," Toy told him. "These boys are kids...some with personality problems, fears, some recovering from physical and sexual abuse...motherless and fatherless clones. It's a fine line, as you know, but you need to develop a love for them without FALLING in love with them. Does that make sense?" "Oh, it makes sense, but it's far easier said that done," Ronon acknowledged as they headed back to the kitchen for another load of food. "Gees, you cook all this?" "We all help out in the kitchen," Toy told him. "The key to making all this work is getting organized, putting the boys to work, giving them responsibilities... The older boys take care of the younger boys. You and Kevin take care of the older boys, making sure everyone pulls their weight." "I see the boys, even the younger ones, are not the least bit shy about sex," Ronon observed. "What I said about PDA applies mostly to staff," Toy told Ronon as once more she loaded him down with a big tray of fruit salad. The boys...it's like a game...having fun. How many guys you fuck today? ...that sort of thing." "Practice makes perfect?" Ronon suggested as he and Toy made a second trip back to the buffet. "They must eat like hogs?" "More like horses," Toy laughed. "That's another thing, you have to watch they don't put on weight...follow their exercize schedule, their computer schedule, keep them from killing one another, kiss whatever happens to hurt at the moment. Good experience for when you and Kevin become fathers." ------------------ Dr. Mike Warren lay out naked on the huge double bed, two equally naked young boys attacking practically every square inch of his lightly muscled physique. Kenny was sucking his cock, Tony sucking virtually everything else he had to offer. "Fuck, you two are horny tonight." "Hanson's not here," Kenny lifted his lips from Mike's cock long enough to note the obvious. If Hanson had been there, he and Mike would have been sharing the boys. As it was, Mike was starting to wonder if maybe he should have found some reason to work late that night. The boys were about to eat him alive. He wouldn't have had to look very hard. The whole of Cox-Bristol had been in a 24-7 workaholic uproar since the fieldtesting failure of the Level 2 mind and the decision to utilize, and try to keep cool, the much more powerful Level 4 mind in its place. If they hadn't before, researchers were literally sleeping at their stations grabbing a few minutes of nap time whenever they could or simply dozing off involuntarily. "OOOoooooOOOoohhhh god, that feels good, down there, ohhhhh fuck...fuck...fuck yesssss. "Can I suck you some too?" Tony asked as he smothered Mikes lips with kisses, "I like cum too." "Alright, Kenny, share the wealth, let your cousin have a little too," Mike pleaded, smiling down at the sweetly beautiful eleven-year-old with the giant cock in his mouth. "Okay, but save some cum for me," Kenny insisted as Tony's lips replaced his own and Kenny kissed his way up the length of Mikes slender nakedness to attack the man's lips with the same gusto he'd used on his cock. "Your cock feels so hard," Mike told the boy, feeling him humping it against his hip. He maneuvered the horny little urchin into position so he could capture, then stroke the boy's cock. "Feels like you're another inch every time I touch you," Mike murmurred between the boy's lips, "Ohhhh yeah, yeah, do it to me, Tony, suck me, off...aahhhhhhh." "Feels good, jack me, man, jack my cock, jack me off, make me cum, Dr. Mike, make me cum, I need it, I need to cum, I need to cum sooooo baaaad," Kenny moaned as he heaved and thrust his four-inch cocklet into Mike's stroking fist. "If only you could," Mike teased as he nonetheless gripped the boy's cock tighter and moved his pre-cum coated fist up and down it's length faster and faster. "Do it boy, do it, feel it, feel the feeling, Kenny, feel the feeling my fingers are giving your cock, boy, ohhh yeah, yeah, I love jacking off naked little boys like, you, watching your face, feeling your cock so rigid and hard, like a little spike down there, ohhhh yeah, yeah, yeah, gettin' you close, I can tell, Mike smiled, his own smile matching that of the young boy to whom he was giving such aching, naked sexual pleasure. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, Mike, I'm feeling it, I can feel it, man, ohahhahh fuck, what you're doin' to my cock, man, ohhhh fuck, fuck, ohhahhahh god, you're doin' it to me, ohhahha yeah, you're gettin' me there, you're gettin' to me, you're gonna make me do it, ohhahhahhh god, man, orgasm me, orgasm me, give it to me, give me the feeling, I want to feel it, I want to cum, I want to...I wan...wan...to CUMMMMM...OHHHHH GOD, CUMMMMMMM...CUMMMMMMM...CUMMMMING, CUMMMMING, MAKIN ME CUM, OHHH YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, OHHHH FUCK, THE FEELING IS...IS...INCREDIBLE, AHGHAHEHH GOD, IN-FUCKIN'-CREDIBLE, AHHHAHHH GOD, AGHHEAHHH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, KEEP DOIN' IT TO ME, KEEP JACKIN' ME, KEEP MAKIN' ME...MAKIN' ME FEEL IT, FEEEEEEEELLL IT, FEELS SOOO GOOD, AHGHAHHEHRH GOD, AHGHEAHEHRHHAHHHHGHHAHH FUUUUCCCCKKKkkkkkkkkk!" "Oahhahehhrhhh god, kid, yeah, aohhhh yeah, yeah, yeah...I'M...I'M GONNA CUM TOO, OAHHAHH FUCK TONY, SUCK THAT FUCKER, SUCK IT, SUCK IT, SUCK ME, BOY, SUCK IT, SUCK ME, SUCK ME, SUCCCCKKK...SUCKKKK...AHHAHEHHAHEHRHHAHH GOD, YES, YES, YES, YES, TAKE IT, BOY, TAKE MY CUM, TAKE MY CUMMMMMMM" Mike cried out as he blasted into his own orgasmic ecstasy. "Save some for me, save some for me," Kenny cried, despite his own dry orgasmic stupor, as he scrambled down the length of Mike's cock and captured some of the man's cum for himself from Tony's greedy, cocksucking lips. "OHHAHAHHHHH FUCK, BOYS, YOU'RE KILLIN' ME, GUYS," Mike cried in excruciating pleasure, "OAOHGHHAHH FUCK CUMMIN' SOOOOO HARD, AHGOAEIOAIHOIH GOD, YEAH, BOTH OF YOU, BOTH OF YOU, SUCK ME, BOYS, SUCK ME, SUCK ME, SUCK MY CUM, SUCK ME OFF, KEEP SUCKIN', KEEP SUCKIN', KEEP SUCKIN' ME OFF, KEEP MAKIN' ME CUM.....AHGHAHEHOOAOHEHHAHH GOD, CUMMMMMM....CUMMMMMMM ....GHAOOEIAIHEORH FUCK....FUCCCCCKKK...FEELS GOOD, FEELS GHHAHEHAHHEHOAOIEIIHHAHH GOD, GOOOOOOOOD, AHGHHAHHHA FUCK, CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT YOU TWO ARE DOIN' TO ME, DOIN' TO MY COCK, MAN, GHHAEOIHAOEIHROH FUCK, BOTH OF YOU, DRAIN' ME, MAN, DRAININ' THE CUM RIGHT OUTTA MY BALLS, BOYS, AOHAHH FUCCCK, FUCK FUCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKkkkkkkk...!!" "Fuck, I did all the work and he got more than me," Tony complained as finally, both he and Kenny abandoned Mike's Duralon erection, moving back first to his tits then on up to share the man's cum with Mike himself. "Do it to me now like you did Kenny, jack me off, I need to cum too." "Oh yeah, you got it kid, give me that hot little boycock of yours, I'll have you shootin' like Old Faithful in a couple seconds," Mike promised as he found Tony's cock and began masturbating the boy, using the kid's own precum as more than adequate lubricant. "Ohhhhh god, you're gettin' big, aooahh yeah, at least five, maybe close to six inches," Mike marveled as he gave the boy pleasure. "Jack me, jack me, jack me, man, make me cum, jack me off and make me cum, ahghhahh god, I'm soooo fuckin' horny, oahhahh man, do it to me, Dr. Mike, do it to me, do it to me, keep doin' it to me like that, feels so good, feels soooooooo good, aghhahehhh god, Doc, what you're doin' to my cock, feeels sooooo fuckin' goooooodddd..." Tony moaned, thrashed, heaved and thrust his hard young boycock at Mike as the man worked at pushing him over the edge. "Do it to him, make him cum, make him cum, I love to watch him shoot his cum," Kenny urged, his face barely more than an inch from his cousin's rigid hardness, hoping to capture another load of cum. "Jack him off, Mike, jack him fuckin' off, I want his cum, I want every fuckin' drop, man, oahhahhh yeah, do it to him, do it to him, ohhhh fuck, gettin' him there, ohahhah yeah, I can tell, I can tell, I can tell by how his balls draw up, how his cock gets really hard, he's gonna shoot, yeah, yeah, Tony, do it, shoot it, shoot your cum, Tony, I wanna drink your cum, man, come on, come on, shoot it, shoot it, oaohhghahh fuck, fuck, come onnnnnnnn..." "Get ready...aoghhahhh fuck...get ready, Kenny, I'm close, he's gettin' me close, I can feel it, I can feel it, I can feel the cum crawlin' up inside me man, I'm gonna shoot, ohhahh fuck, jack me, jack me, jack me....JACK MEEEEEEEE....JACK MEEEE...AOOAOHEHAHEHRIIAIGIEOAEIHOIH SHIT, SHOOTIN', SHOOTIN', OAHHAHH FUCK, GO FOR IT, KENNY, TAKE MY LOAD, OHAHHAH FUCK, YEAH, SUCK IT, SUCK IT, AHGHEOOEIHORIH GOD, FEELS GOOD, SHOOTIN' SO HARD, GHOAEIRHOAIHHAHHA FUCK, MY COCK, MY COCK, GHAOEIRHO GOD, SUCK IT, FEELS GOOD, FEELS SOOOO GOOD, AHGHAHHEHRH FUCK, MAN, SHOOOTIN' HARDER AND HARDER... GHAOEOIIAHEHRHHHAHHH!" "YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, DO IT TONY, DO IT, DO IT, OAHHEHH FUCK, SHOOTIN'...SHOOOTIN' REALLY HARD, OHHH YEAH, GET IT ALL, KENNY, SUCK HIS CUM, TAKE IT, GO FOR IT, LICK HIM DRY, SUCK HIM DRY, AOGHHEHHA GOD, WHAT A LOAD, OAHHAHH FUCK, I CAN'T BELIEVE, FUCK, STILL SHOOTIN, STILL GUSHIN', AOGHHHAHHH FUCK, I NEVER SEEN A THRITEEN-YEAR-OLD SHOOT SO MUCH CUM, KID, OAHHAH FUCK, MUST BE SIX, EIGHT SPURTS...GHAHOEOIIHAHHH GOD, YEAH, YEAH, YEAHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhh," Mike sighed as he expertly milked the boy of every last drop his immature young ball had to offer. "Whew, that was..." Tony began. BEEEEEEEEEP...BEEEEEEEEEP...BEEEEEEEP...BEEEEEEEEEP," the phone by the bed ruthlessly intruded on their orgasmic ecstasy. "Don't answer it!" Tony cried, pleading for the feeling still aching in his slender, boyish loins to continued. "Dr. Warren," Mike all but moaned as he answered. "You better get your ass over here, looks like we got a problem." It was Dr. Abrams.