Date: Tue, 22 Jul 2014 18:40:27 -0400 From: John Marshall Subject: Jackin' Jack Cox Chapter 14 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 than 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 FOURTEEN "What the fuck took you two so long?" Ien asked as Orin and Ely finally met the in the lobby of EroticomInc. They were almost a half-hour late. "He was suckin' me and it took a while," Ely told them. "The other night..." "Me too, Vince sucked a lot outta me," Jack finished Ely's thought. "Either that or my cocksucking skills ain't what they used to be," Orin joked. "Okay, you two, when we go in there...I do all the talking...that goes for you too, Jack," Ien layed down the ground rules. "This man may be able to help us out...and then again, maybe not." "We gonna get to try out an Eroticon?" Jack asked anxiously. "No, actually, we're here to look at a slightly older gadget our friend Mr. Astor thinks he can...make him some money...It's an old..." Ien continued. "An Orgasmatic?" Levy cried in delight. "Uh...yes, I," Ien confirmed, more than a little dismayed that Ely seemed to know so much about something he shouldn't know anything at all about. "Vince explained it all," Jack added, "how this machine gives you wet dreams...makes you cum in your sleep and has you imagining you're fuckin' and suckin' and stuff." "But since I have a chip, I have to use the Eroticon instead," Ely chimed in. "Don't look at me," Orin stared blankly at Ien, "He didn't get all that from me." "Mr. Astor will see you now," the Eroticom e-ceptionist told them in a very human sounding voice that seemed neither male or female, or even computer generated. "Mr. Cox...Arien Cox," Vince Astor all but hopped from his console seat. "I figured I'd be hearing from you; I wasn't expecting a visit in person, however," Vince gushed as he shook Ien's hand. "Mr. Astor..." Ien nodded cooly. "I must say, young, man, you're...well...younger and...much more attract...no...downright BEAUTIFUL than you appear on Skype," Vince all but made love to Ien right there on the spot. "Incredible body, I'd love to see you naked sometime." "Mr. Astor...you're machine?" Ien insisted on getting down to business. "Jack! Ely!" Vince nonetheless cried in delight as both boys rushed into his arms, hugging him like a long lost uncle. "And you must be Ely's father..." Vince extended his hand to Orin. "Not quite...his husband," Orin corrected as they too shook hands. "ELY, you sexy little rascal you! How come you didn't tell me you were MARRIED?" Vince jokingly berated the preteen boy. "I guess you never can tell these days...little boys getting married at seven, eight years old...how old were you, kid?" "Six," Ely told him almost sheepishly. "We'll be celebrating our fifth wedding anniversary soon." "Mr. Astor...please...we're a bit short on time," Ien complained, trying desperately not to get angry at the small talk. "Short on time...yes...I'd say you are," Vince Astor's attention returned to his primary guest. "I understand your...'window' closes in about...40 hours now?" "Your machine?" Ien reminded Vincent Astor for the third time of the purpose of their meeting stunned by the man's mention of a "window" and the accuracy of his knowledge. "First, I think a demonstration is in order," Vince Astor suggested. "Jack, you up to a little calibration exercize?" "Maybe you better explain a few thing first," Ien suggested as politely as he knew how. He dared not antagonize the man again as he had on the phone. Instinct told him Vince Astor had a short fuse and that he was likely onto something with the Orgasmatic dream machine. "Okay, first of all, this fucker is nearly two hundred years old," Vince began. "We turned it on. It lit up. We've not gone beyond that because, obviously, no one here wants to blow out their interface. The other problem is, the so-called software is almost as old as the machine. Moreover we've only the vaguest idea what it is capable of OR it's sexual content...or even if it's sexual at all." "I thought that's what an Orgasmatic was all about," Orin querried as Ien gave him a dirty look for getting involved in the conversation. "Right...presumably...though in this case...well..." Vince chuckled, "the label seems to have worn off, which leads me to believe it must be pretty hot and was well-used." "So you propose to 'guinea-pig' Jack by hooking him up and popping the switch, having no idea regarding the outcome?" Ien objected without actually objecting. "Got a better idea?" Vince asked bluntly. Ien took a deep breath and silently shook his head, eyeing Jack's almost gleeful anticipation of a really intense orgasm. "Not to worry, we have found what appears to be an intensity dial function, so it's not like we have no control," Vince went on as he unveiled the ominous looking reclining seat not unlike an antique dentist chair. Jack looked at it warily. "Am I gonna cum or get my teeth pulled?" Vince laughed uproarously. "Cute..." he commented. "Have a seat." Jack looked first at Vince, then at Ien, apparently hoping for a dose of confidence. Ien nodded toward the chair as Jack gradually overcame his reluctance. "Uhh...kid....you might wanna get naked first?" Vince suggested. "This could get a little messy." "Huh?" Jack reacted dumbly. "The last I knew he didn't have any cum left to speak of," Ien eyed the man mostly responsible for Jack's recent dry spell. "I don't mind," Jack told them as he began peeling his immodest little fiber suit down to his knees, his cock suddenly sprouting up impudently as he slipped into the reclining seat. "Okay...my gawd, you're beautiful..." Vince paused to drink in the twelve-year-old's sexual loveliness. "What's all this?" Jack asked as Vince slipped a set of oversized headphones over his ears, then pulled down an attached visor over Jack's eyes. "As near as we've been able to tell in researching some of the developmental literature associated with this thing, it operates, at first at least, in a kind of hypnotic mode," Vince explained tentatively. "Sleep is induced hypnotically?" Ien eyed the machine skeptically. "Yes, that's pretty much a given," Vince acknowledged adjusting the headgear to fit. "Now, son, just relax, you're going to see some...images...designed to put you to sleep. From that point on...I don't think you have anything to fear, and we'll be monitoring your brain waves so we can stop if things get too...radical, but...the whole thing takes about an hour, near as we can tell. I'm going to activate the hypnotic routine now...I guess I should just say...sweet dreams..." "Have a nice trip," Ely laughed as he watched his naked friend slowly become motionless. Jack heard some soft, gentle music and before his eyes, a slowly evolving pinwheel like image which slowly changed color. Then he felt someone touch his shoulder, shaking him slightly, waking him up. "Master, your father is asking for you," the young male voice told him before Jack opened his eyes. Jack looked about. He was reclining among pillows on a white couch trimmed in gold. "Where...am I?" "Why, on the terrace...It's almost twilight, would you like something to drink?" The voice was sweet, that of a boy slightly older than Jack, clad only in a low-slung loincloth. Jack looked down at his own garment, a short tunic, loosely draped over his left shoulder, tied with a white cord at his waist, extending down just below his groin and barely covering his rapidly hardening cock as his eyes focused on the very attractive boy who appeared to be his servant. "Darius, where's my...? Ohhh, there you are," an older man came out on the terrace. He wore a long, white toga slung about him with a red border. On his feet were sandals. It took Jack only an instant to realize the man was probably naked beneath the flowing tunic. "Sextus, I've been waiting...seems like all you do these days is sleep." "I'm a growing boy," Jack responded. He rather like the name Sextus. It sounded sexy. "Darius, get the boy a cup of wine...he looks bleary eyed...and get me one too...a LARGER one," the man winked at the slave boy. "Yes, Master Petrous," Darius responded, bowing and backing off toward a small room just beyond the columned portico. "Come, I have a surprise for you," Petrous beckoned his son. "And straighten your tunic, you look like something a Tiber feline dragged in. Jack adjusted his single garment, making sure it covered his hard, upthrust cock, but leaving his right hip completely exposed except for the cord about his waist. His feet were bare; the polished marble floor of the terrace felt cold as he followed his father inside. He guessed the man to be about thirty, maybe thirty-five. He was tall, slender, well-built with dark, curly hair cut short, his face clean shaven and quite handsome. The room just off the terrace was apparently a bedroom, a small platform occupying its center with a large, heavily padded bed surmounting it, strewn with white linens. Two braisers provided light, casting a romantic glow over the white, plastered brick of the walls. Opposite the bed was an eye-popping mural of about a dozen naked boys lounging around a rectangular pool. If Jack hadn't been hard before, he certainly would have been in seeing his father's taste in art. "MARCUS...my new boys!" Petrous cried as the curtains hung between two columns parted and a young man Jack guessed to be still in his twenties ushered in a line of...jack counted...two, four, six, EIGHT exquisitely beautiful, naked young boys, obviously slaves, their cocks soaring upward and outward no less than five inches, some almost eight in length from their thin, hairless groins. "Ohhhhhhh my gawwwwwddddd," Jack gasped in spite of himself as the boys stood in their midst, striking seductive poses. "I thought you might like them," Petrous smiled, standing behind him, resting both hands on Jack's slender shoulders. "I had Marcus pick from the all the best, the most beautiful young boys from the provinces arriving yesterday. Two of the boys...I forget which ones, came from far-away Britton. Most of the others are from Gaul with a couple...the blond twins over there, Teutonic, obviously...Germanic." "Beautiful," Jack sighed as he looked about him in outright wonder. "I got them for your birthday tomorrow..." Jack's father told him. "ALL of them?" Jack gasped. Petrous laughed uproarously. "By the gods, no! Damnation, boy, you think I'm RICH or something. Pick just one...two if you like the twins, they're a set. Every young man should have his own slaveboy to pleasure his cock whenever he feels the need. Marcus tells me they've all been carefully trained on the sea voyage by an especially horny crew so as to bring the best price." "Only ONE?" Jack gasped, eyeing each naked young boy criticallly. One boy looked to be no more than nine or ten. The twins were about his age. A couple others were on the brink of manhood, starting to sprout pubic growth around their hard, upthrust cocks. "You get first choice. I'll choose from the leftovers," Petrous told him. "You're just like your me; I know about you and Darius...I know how much you like boys. Darius has been complaining recently, says you keep him all tapped out...not to mention having a sore ass. "What about the others?" Jack couldn't help asking. "We'll hold them, train them, hone their sexual talents...you can help if you like. Then we'll sell them to my friends at an obscenely handsome profit, enough to cover the cost of all eight," Jack's father explained. Thus yours and mine will be free." "The twins are two for the price of one?" Jack asked. "Yesssss..." Petrous sighed, rolling his eyes. "They're...gorgeous...beautiful..." Jack strolled over to look at them more closely. "Smile," he ordered. "Mmmmm...nice teeth." He reached up and stroked their soft blond hair. They were identical, a little shorter and a little thinner than he was. He untied the cord around his waist, shrugging off his tunic, feeling it slither down over his naked boy-body, pooling at his feet. "Suck me...both of you, at the same time. What's your names?" "They don't speak Latin," his father told him, even as the two blond adonises knelt before his son and began to suckle Sextus' hard, throbbing boy-cock. "You'll have to train them, teach them...maybe learn some German yourself." "No need to teach them to suck cock," Jack sighed, thrusting his hips forward, watching his cock disappear betweeen their lips. "Nice....mmmmm...yesss...very nice...bono." He gripped both boys' heads, one in each hand, and began to face-fuck them as they struggled to handle his six-inch pleasure probe. "Ohhhhhh fuck...oahhahhahh god, yeaaaahhhhh...ohhhhhhh fuuuucccckkkkkk...." "I'll take the little guy over there...the youngest one," Petrous told Marcus. "Take the other back to the dormitory and...enjoy yourself. You deserve it, you've done very well." "Ahemmmmm," Darius cleared his throat, his seven-inch, sixteen-year-old cock now creating quite a spectacle behind it's meager covering. Petrous smile at the young teenager, then nodded toward Marcus and the boys as they left. "Have at'em, just don't...oh hades, just go fuck the sperm outta'em...if you got any left yourself. Darius wasted no time, racing off after Marcus and the other slave boys, naked by the time he left the room, his tiny loincloth left behind on the polished marble floor. "Hoooooo thank you...thank you, thank you, father, they're...beautiful...incredible...aoahhahha mio deo, suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it...ahhahhehahehhrhh fuccccckkkkk suck me offf...aghaoeihoih god, feels goood, feels good, ahgoaiehroih yeah, yeah, yeah gonna fuckin' make me cummmmmmmm..." "Do it, my son, do it, so it, shoot your seed, shoot it, shoot it...touch the sky, ejaculate, ejaculate, ejaculate all over them, they're both yours now to do with as you like...whatever you like...whenever you like, as often as you like, just enjoy them...completely...endlessly," Petrous told his naked young son as it gave him great pleasure to watch the boy rapidly scaling the heights of sexual ecstasy. "Ohhhhhhhh, by the gods, these two are....aghhaoeihaoiheohi fucccckkkkkkk...fucckkkkkkk....fuckkkkkkk," Jack gasped as he felt his orgasmic pleasure growing more and more demanding within his thin, naked loins. "You...little one...what's your name?" Petrous beckoned the naked little boy he'd chosen for himself. "Lucius," the boy told him softly, his voice sweetly feminine, puberty obviously several years to come. "How old are you my sweet little blossom," Petrous asked, bending down, kissing the lovely sweet lips adorning the prettiest face he'd ever seen on a boy. "Novem summers," the young boy smiled up at him as Petrous doffed his toga, standing instantly naked and powerfully hard before the boy, his nine-inch Roman cock jutting straight up as he watched the boy's eyes widen in surprise and delight. "Drink my sperm," Petrous told the boy as the child knelt and instantly took a surprising amount of man-cock betwen his lips. "Ohhhhhh fuck, boy, where the hell'd you learn to suck cock like that....so young but...ahghhahehhhh yeah, yeah, yeahhhhhhhhhh do it, do it, do it, do it...ahhahahhhahh god, you're a sweet little jewel," Petrous glorified in the sexual pleasure the little boy was giving his cock. "Race you to orgasm," Jack challenged his father. "No fair, you had a head start...and two cocksuckers at a time," Petrous objected. "Yes, but you're older. You're got more ball cream...more experience...bigger...WOW...look at that fucker!" Jack gasped. Petrous laughed. "You act like you've never seen me naked before, never enjoyed my cock, never tasted my sperm..." Jack smiled. So he and Petrous were more than just father and son. "Ohhahhhah god, ahghhahehhh fuck, fuck fuck, boys, do it to me, do it to me, keep doin' it to me like that, keep...keep, aghoaeioaiheorh god, you're getting me close...close...closer and closer...I can feel it, I can feel it, ahgaoeirhoah fuck, I'm...I'm gonna cummmm...gonna...gonna...CUMMMMM...CUMMMMMM...CUMMMMMMMMMMMMM....AGHIEOAIHEORHOIH FUCK, SUCK IT, SUCK IT, SUCK IT, BOYS, SUCK THAT FUCKER, SUCK ME, SUCK ME, SUCK ME, SUCK ME OFF, SUCK ME OFF, KEEP SUCKIN' ME KEEP SUCKIN' ME, BOYS, KEEP SUCKIN' ME OFF...GHAHOEIRHOIAOHEH GOD, OFFFFF....OFFFFF... OFFFFFFFFFFF...AGHOAIOIHOI TAKE MY CUM, DRINK MY SPERM, AGHOIAEIRHOIH THE FEELING, CUMMING SOOO HARD, HGOAIHEOIAH FUCK, STILL CUMMIN', STILLL SHOOTIN' AHGOIAHOIEHRO GOD, AHGHHEAIIIAEIHOH...AGHOEHAOEIHRHH... OHHAHHEHHAHHHH FUCK FEELS GOOD, FEELS GOOD, FEELS SOOOO GOOOD, SOOOOOO GOOD, SOOOOO FUCKIN' GOOOOoooooodd!" Jack cried out as he felt his orgasm peak, then began to feel his pleasure wane. "AOGHHAOEIHROAIHOIEHOH AHGEAIIEHROAIHEOIHOAHIEIIAHHH...UNNNGBHAHHAHHOAHGHHHH, YEAHHHHH, OOHHHHHYEAH, OHHH FUCK, LITTLE BOY, LUCIUS, AHHGHEHHAHEHH YEAH, DRINK MY SPERM, GHHAHEHHFUCK, SUCK ME, SUCK MY COCK, SUCK MY COCK OFF, BOY, AGHOAIHEOAIHEHAHHH YEAH, YEAHHHH...AHGHHEAOEIHROIH FUCCCKKK...FUCCCKKKK...FUCKKKKKKK, NICE...GHAOIEHROAIH GOD, KID, GHHAOEIRHAOEIRHO YEAH, AHHAHHHAHH YEAHHHHHHHHhhhhhhh..." Petrous joined his son in sexual ecstasy as they both drained their balls together down their new slaveboys' cocksucking throats. Petrous picked up his beautiful little boy and kissed him endlessly, carrying the naked child over to the massive down-filled bed. "Sextus...bring your boys...join us, I'd like to try them out. Marcus tells me they fuck as well as they suck." Pulling his teutonic twins to their feet, Jack put his arms around their slender, naked waists and guided them to the billowy bed where his father and the naked little Lucius lay cuddled in one another's arms. "Your little one is adorable," Jack complimented his father's sexual taste in young boys. "So tiny, so sweet...slender...but, mio deo, what a cock for such a little one!" "You wish to fuck him?" Petrous asked his son as Jack and his slender toy-boys slipped nakedly into bed next to the godlike creature who was his father. "He's so...so small...so...tiny," Jack worried even as his cock started getting hard again. He and it wanted to fuck something...someone, he didn't much care who. "He's no virgin," Petrous assured his naked son as he kissed him and stroked his naked hip. "But he IS only novem...nine summers...you're twelve...thirteen tomorrow...old enough to father a son of your own." "I like boys, but not THAT much," Jack joked as he reached for his father's slender little pleasure boy. "You like to fuck?" he asked the young child. "I want you in me," Lucius said softly...breed me...like a girl...sow your seed inside me," the boy pleaded, smothering Jack with kisses as the two of them lay cock to cock between Petrous and Jack's naked blond twins, one of whom was teasing jack's posterior with his five-inch cock. "I fuck you too..." the boy urged in tortured Latin. "Erich, Derich...whichever one...one of you, get us some grease...over there by the bath," Petrous ordered, I think we're in for a night of pretty serious FUCKING, right son....we're gonna sow some seed, breed some steeds..." "Erich and Derich...how can I tell them apart?" Jack laughed as he watched his two pleasure boys scamper across the room for a small pot of white grease, probably lard. "Why try?" Petrous laughed, as the two lithe, lean, slender boys returned with the grease, handing it to Petrous. He put a generous dollop on his middle finger and thrust it deep into Lucius' ass. Lucius didn't even wince. "Now you, Sextus, can't have you tearing up my lovely little one with that fuckin' monster... god, you get bigger every time I see it...and touch it...mmmmm...nice," Petrous sighed as he greased up Jack's cock. He handed the pot of grease back to one of the twins. "Boys...get greasy...one of you fuck Sextus the other one, get your ass over here, I'm gonna try out YOUR boy pussy." The Teutonic twins looked at one another in dismay, then back at Petrous' enormous cock as the man greased himself with leftovers from Lucius an Jack. "Come on, get the fuck over here, don't be afraid," Petrous reached out, grabbing one of the twins by his pale, slender wrist, dragging him across Jack and Lucius. "Don't worry, I've fucked a few boys before in my thirty-three years; I know how to handle this fucker." "Ohhhhh fuckkkk...I'm in...whoa...tight...really tight," Jack moaned as his cock slowly slipped deeper and deeper into his father's pleasure boy, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh..." "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh...Lucius echoed Jack's feelings. "Am I hurting you?" Jack whispered, worried the boy might not be able to handle his cock. "Put it in me....deeper...deeper...deeper..." Lucius mewed like a kitten, "I want you inside me completely. OOooooooouuuuuuuu..."