Date: Thu, 22 Dec 2011 20:09:45 -0500
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ecstasy Isle Chapter One

This story does not follow the usual pattern of erotic fiction.  It is not
written in first person nor does the plot follow that of so many stories
here on Nifty.org. This is totally a fantasy work, no actual people are
involved.  It does involve adult/teen sexual encounters of both sexes.  If
you do not wish to be exposed to such material, stop here. If you are not
18 years of age, stop here. If it is illegal for you to read such material
where you reside, stop here.

Some people will find the style disconcerting.  I write in something
approaching real time and there is a great deal of dialogue, especially
during the sexual encounters (dirty talk).  All dialogue printed in UPPER
CASE indicates orgasmic dialogue in a raised voice but not necessarily
shouting. Although the story involves the kidnapping of the main character
early on, the boy eventually comes to accept and relish his new life.  It
does not in any way condone kidnapping but simply utilizes it as a logical
plot device in the beginning of the story.

I welcome responses to: crackerjacker18@hotmail.com I will probably respond
but I am not interested in any form of online relationship.


ECSTASY ISLE

Chapter One



Everything was black.  Danny knew his eyes were open but he could see
nothing.  He was lying down.  He was comfortable.  In the distance, he
could hear the steady hum of a motor or engine.  He felt a gentle rocking,
or was he just woozy?  He tried to sit up.  He bumped his head on a flat
surface above him.  A wild though shot through his head.  Had he been
thought dead and buried alive?  Was he in a coffin?  He felt around.  He
was lying on a soft bed with sheets and a pillow.  No, he wasn't in a box.
He lifted his heavy arms and felt the surface above him.  His mind eased;
it definitely wasn't a box, more like some kind of bunk upon which he was
lying.

He felt around some more.  He was NAKED.  Where were his clothes?  His
hands moved up and down over his slender, twelve-year-old flesh.  There was
no doubt about it.  He was completely naked.  Not only that, he was hard.
His six-inch boy cock was completely erect, straining to become even more
so. He touched his circumcised cock.  It was the hardest he'd ever felt.
It felt weird.  it was like stone. Danny heard something.  He listened
intently.  It was the sound of a key in a door.  His eyes darted about,
searching for even a glimmer of light.  There was none.  Wherever he was,
it was completely dark, pitch black.  Then, came a glimmer of light.  A
door opened.  He could see.  For a while, he thought he might be blind.
Someone came in.  Fearfully, he strained to see, now more fully aware than
ever of his nakedness.

Suddenly, the lights came on.  Now he was blind...or blinded at least, by
the sudden brightness.

"How's our sweet, young piece of cargo doing, I see you're awake?"  The
voice was that of someone young, a teen voice perhaps. Danny's eyes
focused. The voice belonged to a boy who appeared not too much older than
himself, dark hair, perhaps black, well tanned, and like himself,
completely naked with a hard, cock a little larger than his own.

"Where am I?"  Danny managed, his voice ragged from disuse."Don't worry,
you're okay, safe, no one's going to hurt you," the strikingly attractive
teenager sought to reassure him.  Danny guessed the boy was about sixteen,
maybe eighteen.

"Where are my clothes?" Danny asked, restraining the urge to cover his cock
and balls. Given the fact his hands weren't big enough to do so, in the
first place, and since the other boy was also naked and hard, it seemed
like a stupid thing to do.

"Oh, they're around here somewhere," the boy laughed.  "But don't worry
about that, no one wear's clothes around here anyway. My name is Terry,
I'll be your host and captor for the next day or so, welcome aboard The
Beachcummer."

The rocking feeling.  He was on a boat! "I've been kidnapped?"  Danny
gasped, gaping around the small room.  It was definitely a cabin aboard a
boat, perhaps a small ship.  He'd bumped his head on the wall-mounted bunk
above him.  He was lying in the middle bunk, some three or four feet off
the floor.  There was a bunk both above and below him.  Apparently he was
in the crew's quarters. He tried to sit up but there wasn't room short of
hopping down and Terry reached out his hand to gently restrain him from
that.

"Just lie still, I'm not going to hurt you," Terry smiled, "I just want to
check you out, see if you're okay, no side-effects from the drug."

"Drug?  Danny's mind raced. The last thing he remembered, he was walking
home from school.  He remembered feeling a sharp sting in his leg, like
that of a bee.  He remembered seeing a tiny dart in his bare calf, then
starting to feel woozy before collapsing into the grass by the sidewalk.
The next thing he knew he was lying out completely naked and hard on this
bunk.

"Yeah, we're still tinkering with the dosage...same stuff they use to bring
down wild animals on a rampage," Terry felt his pulse and listened with a
stethoscope to his heartbeat. "God, you're beautiful, Lionel really knows
how to pick'em.  How old are you, thirteen, fourteen?"

"Twelve," Danny corrected.  "I need to use the bathroom."

"Of course, let me help you." Terry deftly guided him as Danny carefully
alit from his bunk to the carpeted floor.

"I can go by myself." Danny jerked his arm from Terry's grasp.

Terry laughed, "I'm sure you can, but you're in no condition to move about
alone, and we wouldn't want to damage the merchandise, now would we?"
Terry gripped Danny's arm now more firmly as he directed him across the
room to a tiny toilet capsule with a very compact commode, sink, and
shower.

To Danny's dismay and displeasure, Terry watched him relieve himself.  The
place where he'd been shot on the back of his calf still hurt.  He felt
very much like a captive piece of merchandise.  He also felt much better
after emptying his bowels and bladder.

"You might want to just go ahead and take a shower while you're here, since
you're already naked and...god, what a cock for a twelve-year-old...must be
six or seven inches!"  Terry marveled at Danny's generous boy cock.

Danny smiled briefly at the comment, glancing down at his still-hard cock.
He was well aware that his cock was somewhat bigger than what most boys his
age could boast. In the showers at school, few boys could match him inch
for inch.  He was proud of his generous sexual appendage.  Wordlessly, he
stepped into the tiny shower and adjusted the water to a warm spray. Terry
continued to watch him appreciatively.

"Your name will be Kevin from now on," Terry informed him as the boy
lathered his slender, five-foot-tall boy-body.

"Kevin?" Danny repeated in surprise as he soaped himself.

"Yeah, we already have a Danny so we decided to call you Kevin," Terry told
him.  "You like that name?"

"I like Danny better," Kevin delivered his own judgment on the choice as he
began to rinse off.

"You'll get used to it," Terry laughed. "You ever play with that thing?"
He nodded towards Kevin's hard, throbbing boy-cock.

"Play with it?"  Kevin found himself repeating Terry's words again.

"You know, jack off, shoot a little cum now and then...you know? Terry
asked obscenely stroking his own seven or eight inches as if to
demonstrate.

"Jack off?"  Kevin again repeated.

"God, must you repeat everything?" Terry laughed, "you know, stroke your
cock, make it feel good, make yourself...oh, but you're only twelve, you're
probably too young to shoot any...you've never masturbated?"  Terry could
see by the look on Kevin's face that the boy was still very much a virgin.

Kevin vaguely recalled hearing the term, masturbate, but he'd never done it
to himself.  He'd played with his hard cock a few times but when the
feeling got to feeling too good, it had always scared him a little, enough
to make him quit.  Terry handed him a towel and he began to dry off.  Then
He wrapped it around his tiny waist in lieu of his clothes. His hard,
pulsating cock tented out the material obscenely in front.

"No way!" Terry laughed, jerking the towel away, "It'd be a shame to cover
up such a beautiful, naked young boy-body like yours. You're pretty well
toned for a twelve-year-old, you work out?  Lift?  Play sports?"

"All of the above," Kevin briefly admired his own nakedness as they
returned to the main part of the cabin.

They heard a key in the door.

It opened.

"How's he doin?" the man asked as he came in.  The man was also naked.  His
cock also hard--huge and hard.

"This is Jason, the captain of the ship," Terry introduced them. "Oh, full
of questions, the usual, no side-effects I can see, just finished getting
him emptied out and cleaned up, you wanna take him up and play with him for
a while?"

"No, get him something to eat' he's a growing boy; he must be starving
by...my god, Lionel was right, the pictures don't begin to do him justice,
he's...exquisitely beautiful...mmm nice hard, young boy-cock too," Jason
admired, him, reaching out, brazenly fondling Kevin's cock.

"You got that right, I can hardly keep my hands off him." Terry laughed,
gently stroking Kevin's well-toned pecs, his fingers deftly moving up the
boy's neck to his delicate, sweet face.

Jason pushed Terry's hand away.

"Just see that you do, this kid's mine, lock, stock, cock and balls, got
that?"

"Right..." Terry sighed compliantly, as they led the somewhat unsteady boy
back to the bunks.  Terry folded up the mid-level bunk, allowing Kevin
headroom to sit on the lower one.

"I'll keep an eye on him, you go to the galley and tell Andrew to rustle up
a sandwich and something to drink...nothing fattening, mustn't spoil the
kid's schoolgirl figure," Jason joked, admiring Kevin's slender nakedness.

"Where are you taking me?" Kevin asked, looking up at Jason plaintively as
Terry left.  His voice cracked in fear and emotion.

"To the Island...Ecstasy Island...you'll like it there, lots of other boys
your age, my family, Lisa, my wife, Colt, my son...he's about your
age...thirteen, and Tina my daughter, she's fourteen...man she's gonna eat
you alive, she just loves naked young boys like you with oversized hard
cocks like yours....mmm, I can't wait to see the look on her face."  Jason
pulled up a chair and sat down on it backwards, wresting his muscular arms
on the back his massive hard cock jutting up from his powerful groin.

"Is...is everyone...naked?"  Kevin asked shyly, dismay etched upon his
lovely, delicate features.

Jason smiled, chuckled, "yeah, pretty much so, we're nudists, my wife, the
kids, were all raised naked, we seldom wear any clothes unless we leave the
island."

"You gonna...molest me?"  Kevin asked, his pretty face etched with concern.

"No, I'm going to take you into my bed and give you pleasure.  I'm going to
give your beautiful, naked little boy-body so much beautiful, naked sexual
pleasure you're gonna never want to leave the island...uhhh...once you get
there, of course," Jason smiled. "Molest is such a dirty word, I'm going to
worship you, your incredible hard cock, your lovely, little boy-body, your
sweet, delicate face, your luscious lips, your blond, wavy hair, every
naked square inch of you," Jason spoke lovingly.

Kevin had never felt so naked in his life, and his hard, up thrust boy-cock
didn't help matters any. Despite the gentle nature of Jason's voice and
personality, he sensed a firmness which told him the man would brook no
nonsense or résistance. "How come you're...how come you took me...kidnapped
me?

Jason frowned slightly.  "Come here, stand over here," he guided Kevin into
place in front of a full-length mirror on the wall.  "Look at what you
see."

"I see I'm naked."  Kevin remarked.

"Hmmm...well, yes, obviously, but look at what you see."  Jason persisted.
"You see a beautiful young boy, a virginal young boy, exquisitely
beautiful, firm, boyish muscles, nice shoulders, well-defined pecs, slender
waist, nice abs, almost a six-pack...four and a half, anyway."  Jason joked
as his hands gently caressed Kevin's nakedness.

In spite of himself, Kevin found his eyes wondering, admiring his own naked
body in the mirror.  He gaped at the size of Jason's massive cock, jutting
up at a forty-five degree angle from the man's shaved groin.  Do all the
guys shave their pubes, he wondered?  Terry had also been clean shaven down
there too. "And, look at this cock, you know of course, you've got almost
twice what most twelve-year-old boys have to offer," Jason gently stroked
him, making his cock still harder. "This fucker is going to make you and
all other boys on the island very happy."

"All the other boys? Kevin asked, as he continued to see his nakedness in
something of a new light.

"Our staff, Devon, Darin, Danny, all the others, all seven of-em...you'll
be number eight.  You'll get to know them....and love them once we get to
the island.  And, they're gonna LOVVVEE you, let me tell you...every naked
square inch of you...especially THESE naked square inches," Jason gave
Kevin's cock a squeeze before releasing it.

"What'll I have to do, wash dishes and stuff?"  Kevin asked innocently.  He
hated washing dishes.

Jason laughed heartily, "Fuck no, god, you think we went to all this
trouble just to get a cute little fuckin' dishwasher?" His face became
serious.  "Listen, Kevin, you've been chosen to join our staff mostly for
sexual purposes. The boys, Lisa, Tina, Colt, we're all highly sexual.  Not
only are we all naked all the time, but nearly everything we do is sexual
in some way.  Sex permeates every aspect, every minute, every second of our
lives almost.  We live for sexual pleasure.  We live to fuck each other.
We live to give one another all the naked sexual pleasure we can
stand...and then some.

"Kevin's head was spinning.

"Kevin, what you see here, your beautiful, naked, young boy-body, your
lovely, sweet face, your hard, throbbing young cock...especially your
cock...all this...is why you're going to the Island, to join our family, to
make us sexually happy...so we can make you sexually happy."  Jason went
on, "Oh, you'll have some minor duties, some instructional time on the
computer, more body building and refinements, but mostly it'll be
sex...lots of sex, more sex than you've ever dreamed possible."

"How come my cock's always hard?"  Kevin asked, something ha had been
troubling him since he woke up.  "Everybody's cock is hard."

"I don't know, I've often wondered about that myself, must be something in
the water, I think," Jason joked.

"Huh?"  Kevin blinked in dismay.

"Don't ask so many questions," Jason laughed ruffling Kevin's hair as they
once more heard the key in the door, reminding Kevin that, despite the
amiability of his host, he was still, after all, a captive.

Terry came in with a covered tray and a small bottle of water. Kevin found
himself wondering if there was something in that water.

"Andrew is slow as a century old cock," Terry complained as he sat down the
tray on a small "coffee" table in front of Kevin.  He lifted the lid.  It
was a grilled ham and cheese sandwich, a small salad, and some kind of corn
chips.

Kevin's mouth watered but after what Jason had said about the water...  It
didn't matter, he was, indeed, hungry.  So what if his cock got a little
harder.  He started eating.

"Man, look at him go," Terry laughed as Kevin devoured his meal.  "At that
rate, he should be ready for you in an hour or so."

Kevin stopped, inspecting the sandwich in his hands.

Both his hosts laughed. "Don't worry, there's nothing in there to hurt you,
maybe make you a little horny but..."

Kevin didn't know whether to believe him or not.  In any case, he took
another bite, testing it with his tongue for any unusual flavor.

"He's making me hungry, think I'll run up and grab a bite to eat," Jason
laughed as he got up from his chair, moving it back across the cabin.  "I
gotta get horny too, you know," he winked at Terry.

Kevin continued to eat, deciding the guys were joking.

"When do you want me to bring him up?"  Terry asked, gazing up at his naked
employer.

"Oh, give him an hour or two, time for everything to kick in then....maybe
a little mascara, these blond boys always look a little peaked...you know
the routine, nothing over the top, very natural looking, okay?"  Jason
lifted Kevin's chin, inspecting the boy's face. "God, he's beautiful, no
boy should be so...no, every boy should be so cute.

Cute! They thought he was cute?  Kevin's mind rebelled.  "I ain't fuckin'
CUTE!" He jerked his chin from Jason's touch.

"Mmmm...and spunky, too, I kinda like that that." Jason smiled.  "Just make
sure he don't get too spunky, okay?" Jason addressed Terry.

"I'll get out the straight-jacket just in case," Terry joked, his meaning
however not lost on Kevin as the boy settled back on the bunk to finish his
lunch...or dinner, whatever it was. He had no idea of the time.

The door closed behind them and locked.  The two boys sat silently, staring
at one another, sizing each other up.  Unfortunately, Terry sized up
considerably larger and stronger than Kevin.  Kevin decided not to test
him.

"He was just kiddin" about the water, right?" Kevin asked, taking a swig
from the bottle Terry had brought with the meal.

"You think so?"  Terry joked.

"Was he?"

"Was he what?" Terry eyed the boy.

"Joking..."

"No." Terry told him seriously.

"No?"  Kevin repeated blankly.  "Whadaya mean, no?"

Terry laughed, "What part of no don't you understand?"

"You mean the water really is...?" Kevin inspected the clear liquid
remaining in the bottle from which he'd just drunk, then looked down at his
cock.  It didn't look any bigger or harder than before.

"Jason is a very wealthy man." Terry began. "Among his many diverse
holdings is a pharmaceutical firm.  Among their various diverse drugs are a
family of sexual enhancement formulas.  The family, all of us, are the test
subjects," Terry continued.  "Yes, it's literally in the water, in the food
too.  The most obvious effect is you're pretty much gonna have a hard on
from now on.  But besides that, we all experience a heightened state of
sexual arousal and most importantly, a drastic increase in sexual stamina."

"Whadya mean?"  It was almost too much for Kevin to take in.

"I mean we all fuck a lot and we all can fuck a lot," Terry sighed.  "That
make it plain enough for you?  On top of that, we also experience somewhat
more prolonged and intense orgasms when we fuck a lot, which makes us wanna
fuck a lot more."

"What's an organism?"  Kevin asked blankly.

Terry laughed again.  "Oh, I forgot, you're a virgin.  Don't worry, you'll
find out soon enough.  Jason will see to that."