Date: Tue, 5 Mar 2013 00:09:52 -0500 From: John Marshall Subject: The Pharm Boys Chapter 6 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 6 Despite having gone another round or two with Diamond, Dr. Mike Warren was up before dawn, leaving his two, beautiful, naked young boys sound asleep. He headed for the shower. Passing the bathroom mirror he suddenly came in for the shock of his life. His face was striped with BLUE! A moment later he realized his cock, his balls, his entire groin area was similarly stained with Diamond's damned blueberry cum. A few seconds later he learned what the "surprise" was connected with the boy's aptly named "Blueberry Surprise." The surprise was that the shit WOULDN'T WASH OFF! Scrub as he did, again and again, lots of soap, he still remained a bright, medium shade of blue. Steeling himself for all manner of hilarity from those he would encounter, Mike went down to the ground floor to the huge dining/recreation area where already there were dozens of naked young boys stuffing themselves with cereal, fruit, hard boiled eggs, and various other vegetarian breakfast delights. "How were the blueberries?" Toy questioned as she allowed him a tray plate of scrambled eggs and ham. "Shut up," Mike scolded good-naturedly. "Why didn't you WARN me?" "Could have been worse, the 'Cherries Jubilee' last for WEEKS," Toy laughed. "The blueberry will fade in a day or so." "God, this is embarrassing," Mike sighed as he sat down at a long table opposite an exquisitely gorgeous little boy he guessed to be nine or ten. "Hi, I'm Dr. Mike, what's you're name?" he asked, hoping not to have to explain why he looked to be a refugee from Blue Man Group. "Elmo," the little boy told him. "What's so embarrassing?" Mike blinked in dismay. Was the boy blind? "You have to ask?" "You mean being blue?" Elmo asked innocently. "So, you fucked Diamond. What else is new. About everyone here has fucked Diamond...though some came out red, some orange, yellow, green..." "What color were you?" Mike asked. "Gilbert Grape," Elmo laughed. "The blueberry is better, though. Can I have some of your eggs. The won't give us scrambled eggs, nothing fried. We gotta eat this...easter bunny shit." Mike laughed, looking around, instantly falling in love with the little guy. "How about I trade you?" "DEAL!" the boy cried almost too loudly, attracting a couple envious looks from some other boys about his age. "You a clone...an import, what?" Mike questioned as he deftly peeled the shell from his still-warm egg. "Import. I'm from Michigan...Flint," the boy told him. "Elmo's not my real name. They won't let me use my real name in case I wanna go back to the REAL world sometime." Very sensible, Mike thought. "How'd you end up here?" he asked as he finally managed his first bite of egg well after Elmo had devoured every bite of his scrambled fare. "Eight mouths to feed...dad out of work...Cox made him an offer he couldn't refuse." "You're cute, you know that?" Mike had to laugh at the boy's refreshing innocense and honesty. "I know," the boy replied simply. "You're cute too." "If you like blue, I guess," Mike joked. "How long you been here?" "A week tomorrow," the boy smiled deliciously at him. His dirty blond hair and sparkling blue eyes made Mike want to make love to him right there in the middle of breakfast. "How long you here for?" Mike asked, trying to get a feel for the operation. Elmo shrugged. "Till I learn how to fuck real good, I guess," the boy replied. "Why? You wanna fuck me?" "I'd love to do that and more, but I've got a rather full day...gotta get over to the lab," Mike told him, careful this time not to promise more than he could deliver. "You're not just cute, you're...you're..." words failed him. "Adorable...beautiful...sweet...lovely...delightful...delectable...delicious..." Elmo prompted, the list of adjectives he'd heard before evidently on the tip of his tongue. "Fuccckkk...you've heard it all, right?" Mike smiled, making a note in his own mind not to go about telling beautiful, naked young boys what they already knew and heard a thousand times. "I guess," the boy shrugged. "Gotta go, Diamond's teaching a cocksucking class upstairs in a few minutes. Nice meeting you mister...uhhh doctor..." "Watch out for the Blueberry Surprise," Mike called after him as the boy grabbed his tray plate and headed for the kitchen area. "I see you and Diamond enjoyed one another to the fullest extent," Scott Tinker said a moment or two later as he sat down in the seat Elmo had just evacuated. "Don't start," Mike warned. "Don't worry about it. You may get a few snickers, a few looks, but it's kind of an initiation ritual around here," Tink smiled. "Some guys think of it as a...'BLUE badge of courage'." "Bad joke," Mike groused. "I notice Elmo talked you out of your eggs," Tink smiled at the tiny pile of shells on Mike's tray plate. "He's so cute, he could talk me outta my left nut," Mike joked. "God, where do they FIND these kids?" "I don't ask," Tink told him. "Really, I don't want to know. All I do is make them feel safe, loved, comfortable, and see to it they...mature into a marketable commodity." "God, I'm getting tired of hearing that phrase," Mike sighed. "Come up with something better," Tink challenged him. "What ya gonna name the island, by the way?" "Bristol Island," Mike told him. That much he'd decided even before seeing the place. "After Buddy?" Mike nodded silently, munching on a celery stick. "Appropriate," Tink told him. "Cox is gonna shit but..." "If they don't reject it outright," Mike worried. "They won't," Tink shook his head. "They don't want to cross you." "Whadya mean?" "You were their first choice for director," Tink told him. "They were scared shitless you'd reject the job once you found out the kind of operation they're...we're running here. They still are...in fact." "I'll keep that in mind," Mike smiled, realizing for the first time he possessed some degree of leverage. "Don't let it go to you're head," Tink smiled. "The Coxsuckers have their limits. Moreover, the key element for you is that you have to PRODUCE. You start cranking out Diamond lookalikes by the hundreds, you could ask for the moon and they'd say Swiss or provolone?" "Huh?" "The moon is made of chee...? Oh...never mind," Tink finished his few bites of breakfast and scooted his chair back from the table, his smile fading as he realized his bad joke had fallen flat. "You ready to go poke around the lab and meet your subjects, King Michael?" "You don't happen to have a lab coat handy, do you?" Mike looked down at his bright blue groin. "Chicken..." Tink taunted as he got up. "Diamond! Octopus! Timmy! Come on, let's hit the road," he called to the lab boys lounging in front of the wall-size TV on the opposite side of the room. The golf cart was loaded down. Tink drove, Mike sat in the middle in back with Timmy on his lap, Diamond on one side and Octopus with his sturdy, eight-inch cock, on the other side. A little boy named Swifty sat in front. "Swifty here has a hardon that won't go away...not sure why," Tink explained, smiling over at the sweetly innocent looking boy who appeared to be around twelve, just starting to sprout his first pubic fuzz. Mike guessed the boy's cock was a good six inches. "I'm taking him over for the lab perverts to ogle." "I'm a doctor, you know," Mike told him, somewhat miffed that he was only now hearing about the boy's problem. "Okay, doc, what's his problem?" Tink challenged him. "Well, having not examined him, my first guess would be he's been into the Duralon," Mike reacted. "My first guess too," Tink agreed. "Not likely though, we never the let the boys NEAR the stuff." "You're right, let the...lab perverts figure him out," Mike relented. "Maybe whatever his 'problem' is they can BOTTLE it." "Been that way two days now...it just WON'T go down," Swifty complained, "even when I cum and cum and cum...no matter what." "You a clone?" Mike asked. "So they tell me." Swifty said, hanging on tightly as they rounded a curve. Tink tended to have fun with his ELECTRIC toy too. "Ohhh, god, could be a dozen things then...bad DNA...hitting puberty... Maybe it'll just...go away," Mike told the boy hopefully. "How's your semon flow?" "Huh?" the boy looked back at him questioningly. "Your cum. You shoot a lot of cum," Mike asked, recalling Buddy Bristol's problem. "Not much," Swifty told him. "How often you orgasm?" Mike continued to examine the boy on the run. "About once an hour," Swifty replied. "Well, that would explain the sparse semon flow," Mike sighed. "All the boys here have sex that often?" he asked Tink. "No," Tink told him. "Usually MORE often than that, especially the pre-pubes...fucking, sucking each other, just plain jacking off whenever that got a half a second to themselves. Takes some getting used to, even after working with the boys on Ecstasy." "Maybe they could all use something to DAMPEN their...horniness," Mike considered. "I suggested that," Tink told Mike. "The lab rats looked at me like I was out of my mind." "Oh...?" Mike asked in surprise. "Seems their thinking is the boys are here to learn everything there is to know about sex," Tink told him as the pulled around a triangular turnaround in front of the huge Cox Pharm main lab. "They don't want to stifle that." "But...god, that must mean...thirty, forty times a DAY?" Mike worried. "I've been seeing boys like him for more than a year now...even on Ecstasy that's considered excessive." "Well, all I can say is...Mike, that's what you're here for," Tink told him. "It's been months since these guys have had anyone to tell them 'NO'." --------------- Inside the brand new, antiseptically decorated main lab, Diamond, Timmy, and Octopus headed straight for the interface lab on the second floor. Mike and Tink took Swifty to the clinic, very much like the one Mike had left on Ecstasy where Tink introduced Mike to the doctor on duty. "This is Dr. Tracy Alexander, one of the...kinder, gentler of his breed here on the island." "Guess, I'll have to toughen up, wouldn't want to ruin my reputation," Dr. Alexander joked. "Dr. Warren, happy to be the first to meet you." "Let me guess, fresh out of med school, right?" Mike shook hands with the way-too-young looking physician with his seven or eight inches of upthrust, circumsized man-cock. "Let me guess, you were...'testing' Diamond's sexual response time last night," the brilliant young doctor deduced, looking Mike over as only a gay physician would do. "I'll fill out the paperwork later," Mike sighed. "Our young friend seems to be suffering from Priapism. Suppose you could look him over, maybe rub some...shortening...on his cock..." "Only if he's willing to FUCK me with it," the naked young doctor observed the boy, touching his swollen member, stroking it gently. "Any pain?" Swifty shook his head. "You just made it longer and harder though." "Remember your Hippocratic oath, doctor, first do no harm." Mike winked. "Swifty, Dr. Alexander will take care of you, we have to go meet...his new subjects," Tink smiled lovingly at the young boy. "When they get done with you, wait out by the pool till I'm ready to head back." "Hey, that's an idea, maybe what he needs is a dip in the cold water in the pool," Dr. Alexander suggested. "It always works for me." "Looks like it's been a while," Mike joked, eyeing the man's total arousal. "I considered having them organize some kind of meeting where I could introduce you to everyone at once," Tink told Mike as they headed down the hall from the clinic toward the labs. "But, I figured you'd need a tour of the place so I thought it'd be easier to combine that with the 'meet and greet' so as not to overwhelm you with names and faces right off the bat." "You know everyone who works here?" Mike asked in surprise. "Except for maybe one or two who are brand new," Tink told him. "I'm usually the official greeter when they come, but the last day or two I've been supervising some of the boys over at your new place of abode, getting it ready. Some may have slipped through." "They all as...young and restless as the horny Dr. Alexander?" Mike asked in dismay. "Hell, some of them look like they'd be right at home on Ecstasy entertaining guests." "Actually, some younger and hornier," Tink joked. "You'd think Cox had discovered the fountain of youth. I think Cox recruiting reps cruise the med school campuses looking for cute gay candidates rather than qualified staff." "You implying the staff is deficient?" Mike asked in alarm. "Implying? Hell no, I'm not implying anything," Tink's voice hardened. "I'll tell you flat out, if you were expecting the cream of the crop, forget it." "God, you're scaring the shit outta me," Mike shuddered. "I'm not used to working with ineptitude." "Oh, don't get me wrong, there are some fuckin' BRILLIANT minds here," Tink countered, "usually the ones who act the wierdest. Just kidding. Dr. Alexander...Tracy...well, I guess you'd say he's about average. Probably wouldn't last long in a hospital residency but...there's probably a couple dozen very much like him. However, this is a very special situation here and most of them are fast learners or they wouldn't have gotten this far. Then, there are the dregs. I won't need to point them out, you'll spot'em in a second, I'm sure." "How many we talking about altogether workiing here?" Mike questioned. "One-hundred and thirty-one, as of yesterday...well...you make one-thirty-two," Tink told him. "Can I fire the...dumbskulls?" Mike asked simply. "Oh...yes, I guess you can...and should, no doubt, but don't be too harsh," Tink warned. "Often the...dimwits...are the most loyal and...frankly, some of the BEST in dealing with the boys. You're gonna find, some of the best doctors and research scientists you have on your staff have the bedside manner of Mr. Spock...that's MISTER Spock of Star Trek, not Dr. Spock, the peditrician." "They all gay?" Mike asked as they entered a massive medical lab filled with as many computers as diagnostic and medical equipment. "If they weren't when they got here, I'd say they are now...99.9% anyway," Tink told him. "Mike I want you to meet you assistant director, Dr. Dexter Stevens. Dr. Stevens, your new boss, Dr. Mike Warren." "Doctor..." Dr. Stevens looked up from a scanning electron microscope and shook Mike's hand, then returned wordlessly to his work. "It would seem Dr. Stevens is quite busy, let's move on," Tink noted. Once they were out of earshot, Tink went on, "Dexter takes some getting used to...remember the Mr. Spock thing...workaholic...good mind...though I barely know him. Hates administration. I'm surprised he didn't hug and kiss you and suck your cock in being relieved as acting director. He's the scientific brains behind much of this and Cox treats him like he was gold plated...platinum maybe. You're gonna have to get inside his head, because without him...well, let's just say Diamond isn't likely to have any rivals any time soon." "I've aways admired Captain Kirk," Mike smiled, casting himself as the Starship Enterprise commander. "HOOOOOOoooooo fuck...fuccckkkkkk....fucckkk...ohhhh god, do it, do it, boy fuck me, fuck me, fucccckkkkkkk meeeeeee! "I wasn't expecting this but I guess it's good you see it now rather than later," Tink observed as they rounded a corner and peered over a lab counter. "You're gonna encounter this in various forms from time to time." On the polished, white tile floor was a man and boy. The man appeared to be eigthteen or nineteen, the boy, no more then ten or twelve. "Dr. Haviland...and Indy," Tink quietly introduced the pair. "I won't bother introducing them. Wouldn't want to ruin their...scientific experiment." "Ohhh yeah, doc, love your ass, man, ohhh fuck, yeah, yeah, ohhh yeah, so fuckin' tight, ohhh yeah, yeah, fuckin' you, fuckin' you, man, fuckin' your fuckin' ass...soooo hard, sooo tight, ohhhh yeah, even better than last night when we fucked, ohhhh man, yeah, yeah, yeah, ohhhhhhh fuuuucuccck," the boy cried the usual litany of sexual pleasure as he drove his sizable boy-cock repeatedly into the man's anal cavity. "Indy is twelve now, just started shooting cum a few days ago," Tink went on as the two men observed the rather fantic sex act before them. "Indy is quite special. He was our first successful cloning experiment. The boys here love him to death (almost literally). He's grown up here in the lab, and before that at a secret facility in Switzerland from the time he formed in a beaker of ambiotic fluid till now. Once his sperm is fully mature, we'll be breeding him with a female clone still back in Switzerland." "That should be interesting," Mike observed as they watched man and boy fuck. "They ever breed any of the clones before?" Tink shook his head. "None old enough for that yet. Indy and...her name is Cindy...Indy and Cindy will be the first." "OOhhHHHHH FUCK do it to me, kid, do it to me, do it to me, boy, fuck my ass, fuck me, fuck me, keep fuckin' me, boy, cum in me, shoot all that brand new boy-cum in me, make me feel it. I wanna feeel your cum, shootin' outta that big fuckin' cock of yours, feel how good it feels when we cum, ohhhah yeah, yeah, keep doin' it, keep doin' it to me, keep fuckin' me, fuckin' me, fuckin' me, ohhhha god, yes, harder, harder, harder!!" "Dr. Haviland is one of our...lesser intellects here, but he manages to...do his part," Tink observed softly. "The boys LOVE him, for...obvious reasons." "LET'S CUMMMMMM," the boy cried, "LET'S CUM, LET'S CUM, I'M GONNA CUM, I'M GONNA CUM, I'M GONNNA FUCKIN' CUMMMMM...CUMMMMM, GONNA FUCKIN' CUMMMMM...CUMMMMM....CUMMMMIN'.... NOW...NOW...CUM WITH ME, DOC, CUM WITH ME, SHOOT IT, SHOOT YOUR CUM, DOC, OHAHEHHAEHRHH FUCK FEELS GOOD, FEELS SOOOOOO FUCKIN' GOOOOD, OOAOHEOAEHRHHAEHH YES, YES, YES, YES!!!" The boy ejaculated repeatedly with anguished cries of naked sexual pleasure. "DO IT, DO IT, DO IT, BOY, SHOOT IT, SHOOT IT, OHAHHAHH GOD, FEELS GOOD, FEELS SOOO GOOD, YOUR COCK, YOUR CUM, OHAHHH FUCK, INDY, I LOVE YOU, MAN, OOHAHHHA GOD, KEEP FUCKIN' ME, BOY, KEEP FUCKIN' ME, KEEP FUCKIN' ME, OAHGHEHAHERH GOD, YES, OHHHA FUCK, I LOVE YOUR COCK, SOOO FUCKIN' BIG, SO FUCKIN' HARD, OOGHEHAHEHR, MAKIN' ME SHOOT SOOOO HARD, OHAHHHAH GOD, SOOO HARD, GAOOEIRHAOEIHR FUCCK, YEAH, YEAH, YEAHHHHHHHhhhhhhhh," Dr. Haviland slowly reached his orgasmic peak then settled beneath the boy on the hard polished vinyl. "Hi," Indy looked up at Mike and Tink, his cock still deeply embedded in his doctor's ass. "Be with you in a moment," Dr. Haviland sigh as Indy slowly withdrew. "Nice one, Indy...love you." "Sorry to interrupt," Tink helped the young doctor to his feet. "Dr. Haviland's been with us for almost a month now. He's become quite adept at...testing our boys. "Hmph," Mike snorted. As he turned and headed for the door, Tink staring after him in surprise and dismay. He had to hustle to catch up. Mike called back over his shoulder, "Don't forget to fill out the paperwork."