Date: Mon, 3 Sep 2012 20:12:04 -0400
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ecstasy Renewed Chapter 16

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," and now continues with this story, "Ecstasy Renewed."
Like the previous segment, this story from time to time takes the form of a
series of interviews with various characters involved (all fictitious).
It's unorthodox but quite seductive, as are the figures depicted. Like
"Ecstasy Island" and "The Working Boys," 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.  Once more, it
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: It has been brought to my attention that the fictitious sex drug,
Duranol, mentioned in "Ecstasy Island" and the early chapters of "The
Working Boys" is, in fact, the name of a heart medication with many adverse
side effects. Thus, I changed the drug's name to Duralon. There will be
much more involving this element of the story in "Ecstasy Renewed."

If you like what you read, let me know at crackerjacker18@hotmail.com.


ECSTASY RENEWED

CHAPTER 16


"Let's go back the long way; show Derek around the island a little," Kevin
implored his thirteen-year-old husband as the three of them left the
terminal in the boys' signature hot pink golf cart.

"That's the dining facility," Ronon began the tour, "Though it don't look
like much from the road; this is the back."

"Full size restaurant kitchen, seating for 148 plus a mirror-floored stage
for the most obscene floor show you ever saw in your life." Kevin added.

"I don't know, the one on the boat was pretty..." Derek recalled
interviewing the show's director.

"TWICE as obscene as that," Kevin insisted. "We've even had guys in the
crowd FAINT!"

"The guys come down from a two-storey circular staircase fucking their boys
as they descend. The show features THREE orgasmic sequences plus a grand
finale when they invite the guest to climb up on the stage and shoot cum
with them."

"Takes two days to clean up the mess afterwards," Kevin laughed.

"And this is the fabled 'Pleasure Pit' you've probably heard so much
about," Ronon pointed as they slowly continued down the road. "It's a 360
amplitheater, five tiers of seats descending to a pit where each night we
have a Duralon-5 orgy lubricated with generous quanties of tasty
condiments."

"Chocolate syrup tonight, whipped cream tomorrow night, olive oil the next
night, spaghetti with marinara Tuesday night, cherry ice cream Wednesday
night...I forget, what's Thursday night?" Kevin reeled off the schedule.

"Strawberry jam," Ronon filled in the blank.

"And Louisiana hot sauce Friday night," Kevin proclaimed proudly.

"Hot sauce?" Derek repeated in disbelief.

"Hey, they're so out of their minds fuckin' each other, they hardly
notice," Kevin added.

"Cost a fuckin' fortune and it makes a little cum on the mirrors next door
seem like fingerprint smudges," Ronon acknowledged.

They drove up around a loop looking down on the social facilities. "There's
a new park we just opened, nice little lake in the middle, two gazebo like
thingies out over the water with beds for fucking, plus another one on a
lower level with the restrooms and a spa. Lots of benches and soft grasses
for those who want a a sexual encounter closer to nature," Ronon pointed
out.

"Like ants, worms, mosquitoes..." Kevin elaborated humorously.

"No mosquitos...we spray for mosquitoes weekly.

"Lots of bird shit though," Kevin insisted.

"Yeah, the seagulls add a certain...ambience...to the place...among other
things," Ronon admitted.

"This is the causeway to the atoll, the outer ring which creates the
lagoon." Kevin continued the tour as they hung a left.

"We have a place next door the Jim Loin, the chairman of the board of Cox
International," Ronon pointed to a large, white, minimalist mansion with a
broad deck, causing it to seemingly floating atop a small hill, one of the
higher points on the island.

"ACTING chairman of the board," Kevin was quick to note.

"Ten years is hardly a temporary position," Ronon sought to keep his
husband's ego within legal bounds. "And even when you turn 21, it's hardly
a sure thing."

"That's our place," Kevin changed the subject...master bedroom upstairs,
with our pleasure boy having his own room downstairs...you'll be sleeping
with...well, maybe not much sleeping, but..."

"I'm already scheduled to 'sleep' with about ten other guys...and two or
three girls...four, actually," Derek noted as they pulled to a stop in the
lower-level carport.

"Don't count on it, NO one sleeps on Ecstasy," Ronon laughed. "We're
probably the most sleep-deprived country on earth."

"What's that big building way off over there?" Derek pointed as they got
out of the golf cart.

"That's the Cox Pharm research facility," Kevin told him proudly.

"Man, you wouldn't BELIEVE some of the shit they got goin' on over there,"
Ronon shook his head in dismay.

"We'll take you over there tomorrow, you can volunteer, if you like," Kevin
baited Derek.

"If you dare," Ronon winked. "That building connected there to the right is
the world-wide Duralon production center."

"Cox MAKES Duralon here?"  Derek said in surprise. "I didn't know that."

"Yeah, in other countries, they impose so many restrictions...plus the
quality control is much tighter here than in China where we used to make
the stuff," Kevin noted. "The place turns out about a million pills a day.
We ship all over the world. The Arousal will go back fully loaded with
enough Duralon for one billion, 345-million orgasms."

"Give or take a spurt or two," Ronon smirked as he wrapped his arm lovingly
around Derek's waist and escourted him up to the main level.

"The big glass structure just beyond Cox is the housing facility we're
working on for Cox Pharm employees," Ronon pointed out. "It'll be open in a
few more weeks--72 units, pool and gym in the basement all right on the
beach."

"I bet THEY really consume the Duralon," Derek laughed.

"Some do, most don't...or only rarely," Kevin explained. "Cox discourages
it, cuts into productivity if all the employees keep having sex on the
job."

"But...they're all still naked, right?" Derek questioned.

"Hey, it's the law of the land, I decreed it." Kevin smirked as they went
inside. Waiting for them just inside the front door was the most incredibly
beautiful of all the dozens of incredibly beautiful young boys Derek had
seen in coming to Ecstasy.

"This lovely work of art is Michelangelo," Ronon introduced him, "though we
call him David for short."

"David?" Derek looked at Ronon askance.

"You know, Michelangelo's David?" Ronon clarified, "doesn't he look a lot
like him?"

"Only cuter," their David insisted.

"And somwhat younger," Derek noted. "I know, it's impolite to ask how
old..."

"Could I get you a drink?" David asked, stepping behind the bar just
inside.

"I don't think so," Derek replied, "these two right here have all I need to
drink for now."

"Dinner will be served in about an hour, so you'll have time for a couple
quick orgasms," David informed him. "The master bedroom is through the
double doors to your left, but with these two, the middle of the floor
seems to be just as likely."

"He's Italian...has certain preconceived notions as to what's proper,"
Kevin hung on to Derek like the man might escape before he had a chance to
get at his cock.

"He's fuckin' INCREDIBLE in bed though...downright magical with a cock in
his mouth," Ronon acknowledged.

"Or up your fuckin' ass, god, he knows how to do things to your
prostate...ohhhh fuck, I cum so hard..." Kevin gushed as the three of them
fell naked to the huge round bed dominating the surprisingly modest sized
master bedroom.

"Mmmmmmmm, yeahhhh," Ronon moaned as Derek went straight for the boy's six
inches. Derek found that while he used to be able to take the whole length,
Ronon had apparently grown another inch in the past six month.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmm" Derek did some moaning too as Kevin gobbled as much
as he could handle, sucking down on better than half.

"Ohhhhhhh fuck, just like old times," Ronon gasped in pleasure as he
reveled in the sexual ecstasy for which the island was named. "Ohhhh yeah,
yeah, love what you're doin' to me, what you're doin' to my cock, man,
ohhhh fuck, fuck yes, yes, suck me, man, suck my cock, suck that fucker,
man. suck me off, suck me off, Derek, suck me and suck me and ohhehahehhrh
fuck suck that cock, man, ohhh god, yes, I'd forgotten how good you suck,
ohhh yeah, show that cock a really good time, man, oagheoiaehhrhehhaehh
fuck, the feeling...the feeling is incredible, man, ohahhehahhe, god, I've
been waiting for this ever since back at the terminal, watching he twins
fuck the twins.

Derek could feel his cum cumming, he was starting to get close, whether it
was what Kevin was so expertly doing to his cock, or the sexual ecitement
of once more being able to suck Ronon, Derek wasn't sure, but he sure could
feel the pleasure mounting with every stroke. He knew it wouldn't take
long. The anticipation of being naked with the boys again was too great to
hold off."

"You gonna cum?" Kevin asked, lifting his head briefly from Derek's cock.

"Ohhhh fuck, keep suckin', don't stop, don't even pause, just keep sucking,
ohghaehhehr fuck, damned right I'm gonna cum, man, ooahhehahehrh god, with
a cute little fucker like you slurpin' away down there, oahhehahehh
yeahhhh," Derek gasped as he took his own advice and once more attacked
Ronon's soaring fuckstick.

"Cum with me, Derek, aoheoaiehoirh god, you're gettin' me close, man,
oahehhahehr fuck, fuck, fuck, I can feel it...I can feel it gettin' close,
my cum's risin', you're getting me sooo close, keep suckin' me, keep
suckin' my cock, soooo hard, oahhehaheh fuck, feels sooooo goooood,
ahgoeiaoieh, the feeling, the feeling, the feeeling,
the...FEEEELINNGGGHHHHH, OHHHHHH FUCK THE FEELING, I'M CUMMING, CUMMING,
HAOEIHOAIEHORHE GOD, SHOOTIIN' MY CUM, NOW, GHOEIHAOEIHR GOD, WHAT A
FEELING, AHEHAEHHIREIHGHEHHHGHHAEHHIEIOGOEHHHHHH..." Ronon cried out in
blissful sexual ecstasy, his voice deeper, more mature, no longer having
the tendency to crack in the middle of the orgasmic outcry both he and his
mother were known for. "AIOAEOAHEHREHHEHRHHGHHHHHHH GOD, GOD, GOD, DEREK,
SUCK IT, SUCK IT, SUCK IT, MAN, SUCK MY COCK, SUCK MY COCK, SUCK ME OFF,
SUCK ME OFFFFF....OAGHEHAHERH FUCK, SUCKIN' ME OFFFFFFFFF...SOOOO
GOOOD...SOOOOO HARD, INCREDIBLE,
INCREDIBLE...AOHGEAOIEIIEIAIEH...AHEHAEIRIEAIEIOHHAEHHGHHEHH...EOIGHAHEHHRHHGHHHhhhhhhhhh!!!"

"OHHHAHEHHEHRHH FUCK, YOU ON D-4, KID, AHOEAEHRHEHHHHGOD, YOU SHOT SO MUCH
CUM, SO...LONG...THAT'S ABOUT THE WILDEST ORGASM I'VE EVER KNOWN YOU
TO...AGHOEOIAEREHHEIHGHEHHAHE GOD, KEVIN, SUCK ME OFFF, MAN, CUMMMING,
CUMMMING, SHOOTIN' MY CUMMMMM...AOGEAOEIHROEIGOD, BOY, YOU'RE REALLY GOOD,
REALLY GETTIN' REALLY FUCKIN' GOOOOOOODDDDD...OEOAHEHRHHEHHHGOD, YEAH,
YEAH, GIVE ME AN ORGASM, BOY, GIVE ME AN ORGASM I WON'T SOON FORGET,
AGOHEHOAIEROIEH GOD, YOU'RE THE ORGASM KING AROUND HERE, MAN,
AOGIHEOAIHEORIH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, SUCK IT, SUCK IT, SUCK IT, AGHOEIAHEOIHE
YEAH, KEVIN, KEEP SUCKIN' IT LIKE THAT, KEEP SUCKIN' THE CUM RIGHT OUTTA MY
BALLS, MANNNANENNANE OHHGHHEHH YEAH, YEAH, THE FEELING IS SOOOO FUCKIN'
INCREDIBLE, GHAOIOEHRHAOEHHR GOD, GOD, GHEOIAHEORIHEOHO!!!"

"oHHHHHHHHHHhhhh fuck, I think YOU'RE the one on D-4, that was quite a
load...one hell of an ejaculation," Ronon noted as he watched his husband
devour not just Derek's cock but every drop of the man's prodigeous blast
of man-cum. He knew from personal experience that Kevin was probably the
best cocksucker, for his age, at least, he'd ever known, but Kevin was
apparently eager to show Derek's cock a really good time.  It looked like
he'd suck-seeded.

"Man, that was quite a load," Kevin finally pulled off Derek's still-hard
Duralon cock, "I'd forgotten how good your cum tasted."

"Come up here, now, little man, let me have a go at that hot little...whoa,
boy, not quite so little any more, boy-cock of yours," Derek drew the
child's delicate, sweet boy-body up into his arms, then sucked down on
Kevin's stiff hairless young member.

"Oooahhahehhhh fuck, Derek, yeah, love how you suck a cock, love how good
you can make it feel, love how goood you make me feel all over, like I'm
having a full-body orgasm," Kevin gasped as he savored the growing,
internal, sexual itch Derek was tormenting. "Make me cum, now, make me cum,
make me cum, just like you did Ronon, make me cum nowwwwwww!"

"You sure you're ready?" Derek lifted his lips from the boy's cock to tease
him.

"Close..." Kevin gasped, words seemingly failing him as his slender little
boy-body trembled and quaked in Derek's grip, his slender lightly tanned
loins heaving and thrusting into Derek's face.

"Cum, on Kevin, give him your cock, just like you do me when we suck each
other," Ronon urged, sitting up beside his husband and their adult lover,
"Ohhhhhh, god, once he gets his hips goin', once he starts those pelvic
thrusts...man, he fucks just like a RABBIT, really hard an fast," Ronon
marveled at Kevin's petite little boy-body capable of such intense, such
rapid sexual movement.

"I can feel it," Kevin warned. "I can feel it, man, I can feel it,
ohhhahehhh fuck, ghoeiahoeirho getting sooo close,
sooo....sooooAHEAIEIOAHERHHAAHEHRHEHHG, GOD, THE FEELING, GHOEOAEHOREIHOI
YEAH, DEREK, SUCK ME, SUCK ME SUCK ME, MAN, SUCK ME OFF, SUCK ME OFF, SUCK
ME FUCKIN' OFFFFFFFF, GHOAOEIRHE GOD, SUCK ME FUCKIN' OFFFFFFFF!"

"DID HE SHOOT?" Ronon asked anxiously.  "DID HE SHOOT ANY CUMMMMMMM?" Ronon
moved to investigate for any telltale wetness.

"I don't think so, but he sure as hell tried," Derek licked around the
boy's hairless young four-inch plus boy-cock, marveling at how much it had
grown since the last time he'd sucked it.

"I figure he will any day now, as much as we suck...and fuck...and do all
kinds of other stuff," Ronon proclaimed.  "I can't WAIT to taste his cum!"

"Any cock hairs?" Derek probed, finding none. "Probably still too young
he's not even twelve yet; for most boys that's about the minimum age for
puberty."

"OHHHAHHAHHHHHH FUCCCKKKK, DEREK, FUCCCCCKKK...FUCCKKKK, THAT WAS GOOD,
OHHHH MAN, I NEEDED THAT, MAN, I BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO
THAT...AHGHEHHAEHRHHE GOD, STILL FEELIN' IT...FEEELIN' IT, DEEP DOWN INSIDE
ME, STILL FEELING...hoaohehahehr oaooghehhh, ooeiaehhghhehhg," Kevin jerked
in the lingering, jolting spasms of his orgasmic pleasure."

"He does that when he cums, kind of spazzes out...sometimes he goes on
jerkin' and humping around for several minutes," Ronon reported, even
without D-4, which I think he gets into once in a while."

"Ohhhh, like and you DON'T," Kevin cried, starting to come down from his
sexual high. "I just can't help it...dry cums...  you remember dry cums
don't you, Derek?"

"Vaguely," Derek laughed, "it's been a few years though."

"They feel really intense," Ronon recalled, "sometimes almost painful, a
really tight, aching feeling. But when you start shooting cum...the feeling
as it churns up from your balls, then when you're prostate starts pumpin',
you feel your cum surging the length of your cock...mannnnn...nothing in
the world feels that good."

"Dinner is served," David announced as he stood imperiously over the
sex-sated trio, his hard young boy-cock jutting straight up before his
slender, probably shaven loins. "Would you like to eat from the china or
lick it off the sheets?"

"Errr...I...we'll be taking our sustenance in the dining area," Ronon
replied as he lethargically roused himself from their rumpled pleasure pad.

"Good, marinara is SOOO hard to get outta the sheets," David huffed in
leaving.

"Is he always like that...sounds like an English butler with an Italian
accent," Derek smiled induligently as he followed Ronon's cute, sexy little
ass to dinner.

"I think that's why we like him," Ronon explained. "He's cute...beautiful
even, wildly pleasurable in bed, but with a hell of an attitude. Even
though we're a couple bigwigs in EcstasyInc now, he don't take no shit off
of us or anyone else."

"Yeah, he thinks of us as just a couple snot-nosed kids who've gotten too
big for our cocks," Kevin added as they eased themselves into stylish,
contemporary swivel dining chairs.

"Bigwigs now, huh?" Derek siezed upon Ronon's words. "Exactly what is it
you two underaged tycoons do here?"

"I'm the DOB, Kevin's the DOT," Ronon didn't explain much.

"Alphabet soup is NOT on the menu," David informed the two as he set salads
before them.

"Sorry," Ronon appologized, as much to David as to Derek, "DOB means dean
of boys, DOC means director of orientation and training."

"The two jobs kind of go hand in hand, I help him, he helps me," Kevin
added. "When new guys get here...we get about five to ten a week now, they
spend the first eight to ten days at the 'dorm.'"

"Better know as the cradle," David translated.

"Kevin goes over and 'rocks' the cradle," Ronon explained further, "wakes
them up every morning with a blow job and tucks them in each night with a
good, hard, ass-fucking."

"There's a little more to it than that, but..." Kevin said as they ate.

"Me, I'm the 'father figure' around here," Ronon went on.

"Hmph," David sneered "...twelve years old?"

"Thirteen," Ronon corrected. "Kevin plays patty-cock with eight or ten, I
have almost two-HUNDRED horny young fuckers to ride herd on day in and day
out, which makes me second only to the manager of the place."

"And who's that? Do I get to meet him?" Derek asked anxiously.

"No," Kevin laughed.

"Ohhh," Derek reacted in surprise.

"They FIRED him," David put in.

"They? You mean YOU two?" Derek questioned.

"EcstasyInc, some wise asses in Nassau, not sure why yet," Ronon went on.

"For mollesting young boys, perhaps?" Derek joked.

"Who knows, maybe for NOT mollesting young boys, for all I know," Ronon
laughed. "But I intend to find out."

"So, that means you're actually RUNNING the place for now," Derek
suggested.

"HAAAAAA!" David guffawed.

"David, go fuck yourself," Ronon reacted, a smiled barely concealed behind
his sweetly beautiful face.

"Jim Loin's actually in charge, though none too happily, from what I hear,"
Kevin explained.

"He's the big shot at..." Ronon began.

"Yes, you told me that earlier," Derek interrupted. "I take it he's not too
thrilled with the added responsibility?"

"That's putting it mildly," David noted. "His fuck-boy said he's about to
take this place apart cock by cock."

"His...FUCK-boy exaggerates," Ronon smiled. "I've had some added
responisbilities but..."

"Like finding enough chocolate syrup for the ogry tonight?" Kevin inserted.

"I told you, we'l use a little corn syrup...there's a whole barrel of that
in the warehouse...mix it in, no one will ever notice," Ronon
continued. "The routine stuff I can handle...Jim takes care of the rest."

"Thinks he's too good to run Ecstasy," David huffed as he gathered up their
dirty dishes from the first course.

"He's not one of David's favorite cocks," Kevin said under his breath.

"THE MAN'S A HORSE'S ASS...NO, THAT'S TOO KIND, HE'S A JACKASS!" David
yelled from the kitchen.

"Watch what you say around here, he's got ears as big as his COCK," Ronon
whispered.

"I'm hoping they'll find someone for the job this week," Kevin
sighed. "Ronon's been getting downright bitchy from the stress."

"I have NOT," Ronon objected. "It's been two weeks, pretty soon, the
'routine' stuff get's so it's not so 'routine' anymore."

"He practically bit my cock off in mid-blowjob the other night when I
suggested he'd better spend more time in the office," Kevin smirked.

"I hate that place...a regular pit of vipers, especially since Brandon's
been gone," Ronon sighed, "He was the former island overseer."

"No idea why they sacked him?" Derek probed.

"Ohhh, LOTS of ideas...nothing worth getting fired for, but..." Kevin
explained.

"He was too NICE," David put it susinctly. "Which fits the description of
someone ELSE I know around here too."

"He's right about the first part," Ronon agreed. "Brandon knew this place
from the ground up, supervised the reconstruction, the building, getting
the boys organized, the first guests, everyone loved him. His leaving came
as quite a jolt."

"Man, you wouldn't believe what they did with this place, practically tore
everything down and started from scratch," Kevin told Derek in
amazement. "I hardly recognized the island when I came back...the house,
the warehouse, the slave quarters..."

"Slave quarters?" Derek raised one eyebrow.

"He's kidding," Ronon laughed. "Old Jason Cox...Kevin's grandfather, had
this lavish pleasure palace built next door to the main house where he kept
his harem of teenaged boys."

"A hurricane last year pretty well wrecked the place," Kevin added. "Even
the landscape is changed...amazing how a few bulldozers can grow an
island...the place is about TWICE as big now as what I remember."

"EcstasyInc stole some people from Disney--real miracle workers," Ronon
smiled as they ate. "Just from what I've seen since Kevin and I came here
six months ago, it's unbelievable...and FAST!"

"They're putting finishing touches on the big residential tower for Cox
Pharm people now," David explained.

"Fifty-four units, they've got eighteen finished...people moving in this
weekend." Ronon said proudly.

"You have to supervise that too?" Derek asked.

"No, oh god no, we have a temporary facilities manager...that's another job
coming open soon, though," Ronon worried. "Brad's agreed to stay until we
get a new manager and we can find someone to take over his job."

"Would you like me to clear the dishes or would you rather I make myself
available for more pleasurable pursuits?" David suggested as they finished
eating.

"You kidding? The dishes can WAIT!" Kevin cried as they got up, "let's all
go FUCK some more."

David stood stiffly and observed the group, "Will that be ONE Duralon or
TWO?"

"Can't you COUNT?' Kevin replied just as stiffly, "Make it THREE!"