Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2012 01:23:33 -0400
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ecstasy Renewed Chapter 19

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: The inclusion of any actual individuals in this story is in no way
meant to suggest actual occurrences or their sexual orientation.

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


ECSTASY RENEWED

CHAPTER 19


Derek was seeing a side of Kevin Cox he'd never seen before. Early the next
morning, Kevin and Ronon had dragged his sex-sotted naked body out of bed,
fortified him with coffee and some cereal concoction they swore was good
for him, then led him to the somewhat larger villa next door, which they
called the cradle.

There Kevin introduced him to the "house parents," Scott and Latoya
Tinker. "We call him just Tinker and her we call 'Toy'...get it, Tinker
Toy," Kevin told him as he introduced the extremely attractive couple whom
Derek guessed to be about eighteen. Kevin referred to them proudly as his
staff. Derek wondered, but didn't ask how they felt about working for an
eleven-year-old little stinker like Kevin. Then, as the kid stepped into
the midst of the six naked young boys who were this week's contingent of
newbies, Derek began to realize that, despite his age, Kevin displayed a
surprising competance in his assigned post as Director of Training. To put
it simply, it was readily apparent the boy had "been there, done that."

"I hope you boys all got a good night's sleep last night...or at least had
lots of fun NOT sleeping," Kevin began as Derek, Ronon, and the Tinkers
stood in the background watching the "director" do his stuff. The boys
laughed self-consciously on cue. "I'm Kevin. I'm the guy in charge of
teaching you cute little fuckers how to be cuter little fuckers."

"This about an average group?" Derek questioned Scott Tinker softly as they
listened in.

"Yeah...a couple really young ones though...god, I wish they'd quit sending
us ten-year-olds," Tinker sighed, "they're cute and frisky and sweet and
all, but...no matter how much sex they've been exposed to in their young
lives, they're just not ready...mentally, physically, emotionally..."

"They just need a little extra mothering," Toy smiled, hugging her husband.

"I know...you LOVE those hot little boy-cocks but..." Tinker told his wife,
"but to me, they're a bunch of infantile pains in the ass."

"You literally have to teach them how to fuck?" Derek asked.

"Usually not...not in the basic sense, but...sexually, they all lack the
subtle sophistication we expect of our pleasure boys here on the island,"
Tinker told Derek, "they mostly know the mechanics but...though most have
never BEEN fucked and some barely know which hole to use."

"I'm sure that by now you all know why you're here," Kevin continued. "Your
parents are REALLY greedy." Again, the boys laughed. "No, seriously, you're
here because every last fuckin' one of you is...exquisitely
beautiful...orgasmically beautiful. I could almost shoot my cum just
looking at you...if I was OLD enough to shoot my cum. Any you guys old
enough to shoot your cum yet?"

One boy held up his hand.

"Lucky fucker," Kevin sighed dismissively as all the others again
laughed. "You're all here because you also have extraorinarily big cocks
and slender, nubile, little boy-bodies with a great deal of sexual
potential. Some of you are here because you've already shown a great deal
of sexual charisma...that means you're horny little fuckers." Kevin knew
how to entertain a crowd. He had far more than the legal limit of sexual
charisma himself.

"God, he's good," Derek remarked in surprise.

"He's EXCELLENT with the boys," Tinker said with no small degree of
admiration. "He's one of them. He knows where they're coming from and where
they're going to, which makes him unique."

"You two do a pretty remarkable job with the boys, too," Ronon commented
encouragingly.

"We wipe noses and play with their horny little cocks," Tinker smiled down
at the young boy whom he could hardly keep his hands off at any given
moment he was near. "Kevin is the one who makes them into professional toy
boys."

"By this time next week, most of them will be warming the bed of a sexual
mentor over at Cox Pharm or Cox International where they'll learn the finer
points of pleasuring others not unlike themselves." Toy explained. "We
usually leave them with mentors for about 12 to 16 months, depending on the
boy, then they become available to guests."

"For most of you, this is the first time you've been away from home, away
from friends, family, your parents..." Kevin continued with an earnest note
to his voice. "We're your friends, family, and parents now. Think of Tinker
and Toy as your mom and dad, the other boys here as your brothers, and me,
Ronon, and the others here at Ecstasy as your friends. We all love you...a
lot...more than your realize...maybe more than you'll ever know." Kevin
paused as a deep silence fell over the group.

"We're going to teach you how to make yourself and others feel good," Kevin
continued softly. "We're going to teach you how to give the most exquisite,
beautiful, loving, wonderful kind of sexual pleasure one boy can give to
another."

"What about girls?" One of the boys asked in a high, soft voice.

"Hmph, there's one in every crowd, a closet hetero," Kevin joked. "Yes,
we'll teach you how to fuck girls, though as you may have noticed, there
ain't a lot of'em around her to practice on."

"The really young ones like this, the virginal little guys, we call
'puppies,'" Toy told Derek. "That's mostly ten and eleven-year-olds. Then
once they start shooting cum, mostly boys twelve and thirteen, we refer to
them as bunnies."

"Bunnies?" Derek questioned, smiling.

"You know, they fuck like rabbits," Tinker filled him in. "The older ones,
fourteen and fifteen, are our 'stud muffins.'"

"Cute," Derek commented.

"Once they turn sixteen, they're just plain 'STUDS'" Toy told him with a
earthy, sexy growl, "our breeding stock."

"And by seventeen, we put them out to pasture," Tinker continued.

"You just...let them go?" Derek remarked in surprise.

"Fuck no, god, after all we've invested in them," Ronon reacted. "For the
best of the best, the brightest ones, it's off to Cox U. in Tampa for four
to eight years, depending on their major. Some come back to us
doctors...scientists, fodder for Cox Pharm to devour."

"And the others?" Derek probed.

"If they show promise, we fit them in here at the management level, or over
at Cox Pharm doing grunt work." Ronon told him. "The guys you saw over at
the terminal last night behind the desks, guest services, food
services...some of them have moved up from being pleasure boys...although
some don't consider it a move UP." He grinned mischievously.

"And the really dumb dudes end up mowing the lawn and combing the beach for
debris," Tinker added, his attitude hardening somewhat.

"Tink, that's not fair, many of the boys move on to trade schools or
positions with other Cox industries, we just usually don't know what
happens to them individually," Toy explained.

"So, today, boys and girls...err...boys and...uhh boys, we're gonna go on a
little field trip," Kevin brightened as the prospect of showing off his
island seemed to excite him. "You know, I'm the only one on the entire
island who can say they were BORN here."

"Ohhhh, god, here we go again, the ego trip always goes with the field
trip," Ronon sighed in dismay.

"My grandfather, Jason Cox, founded Cox Industries and chose this island as
his getaway from the pressures of corporate life where he could kick back,
kick off his shoes...and anything else he might be wearing...and...well, he
fucked a lot, from what they say.  He had his own little harem of
beautiful, young teenaged boys pretty much like you, only maybe a little
older. My mother and...step-father grew up here, I lived here on the island
until I was nine years old. Then...well...shit happens...LOTS of shit
happened...anyway, about six months ago my husband, Ronon, and I came back
here to an island paradise I hardly recognized. We welcomed the first group
of cute little puppies like you to the island and began shaping them into
the finest group of pleasure boys in the world. Today, we're going to take
you around to meet some of those boys, and nearly 250 others who have come
here since the first days, so you can get a feel for where you are and WHO
your are, and HOW you fit in with everything that happens here. Actually,
you boys are getting in on the ground floor. We add about eight to ten new
boys each week.  At this rate, we will have more than doubled our staff
within a year and hopefully, doubled the number of naked bodies you boys
will be servicing in the coming months."

"One thing you can say, he's honest...doesn't pull any punches," Derek
decided.

"You got that right," Tinker agreed. "He's training a team of...little-boy
whores...teenaged sex machines, fuck-buddies, pleasure boys, whatever you
want to call them, and he doesn't gloss it over."

"You wanna follow them on the tour or, I thought we might go snoop around
Cox Pharm, see what the good doctors over there are fuckin' with," Ronon
asked.

"I've seen most of the island, let's go pay the doctors a house call,"
Derek decided.

"You wanna forsake a bunch of cute little boys for a bunch of stodgy old
MDs?" Tinker smiled as he waved goodbye to Kevin and the boys.

"It's the reporter in me, trumping the sex maniac," Derek joked. "Besides,
I got the cutest little boy on the island guiding me, what more could I
ask?"

The trip in one of the island's signature rainbow-colored golf carts took
less than five minutes before they pulled up in front of a large building
with a loading dock in front and an office entrance to the right of
that. "It's part factory, part offices, part labs, part medical center, and
part whorehouse," Ronon joked as they headed for the office entrance. "The
left side, as the big sign indicates, is the Duralon production
facility...about as interesting as an aspirin factory."

Inside, Ronon greeted a pretty teenaged boy behind the reception desk who
handed them visitor pendants on a chain. Donning them, they headed through
a set of double doors to an office area, then back toward an elevator.

"I thought you might wanna visit the 'milking parlor' first," Ronan told
Derek as the elevator went up a couple levels.

"The what?" Derek laughed.

"You'll see, Dr. Morgenstern will explain," Ronon smiled.

"Ronon...here for your daily contribution?" A nude young man with a
stethescope around his neck greeted them.

"Doctor M, this is a friend of my, Derek Chandler from the 'Gay Blade.' I
told him you'd tell him all about the 'milking parlor.'"

"Derek, I read your column nakedly every week," the doctor greeted him.
"There is little here for publication, by the way."

"I'll look over anything he writes," Ronon promised. "The 'Gay Blade' is
the only newspaper we provide here on Ecstasy," Ronon explained for Derek's
benefit.

"I really don't much like that term, 'milking parlor'," Dr. Morgenstern
began as they proceeded to a separate area of the lab. "Officially it's the
sperm collection facility."

"Is this what I think it is?" Derek questioned.

"Probably," Ronon laughed.

"You see, several years ago Cox Pharm developed a special cream designed to
heighten orgasmic pleasure," the doctor began. "It worked, but...well, it
worked a little TOO well...there were problem, to put it mildly. However,
we found that one of the interesting side effects was that it tended to
promote exceptional penis growth in young boys. We called it Peniped."

"Interesting, to say the least," Derek commented.

"Yes, well, we began testing it, eventually on younger and younger boys,
down to the age of two. What we found was that by applying the cream daily
to the boys' genitals, over a period of years, as the boys grew to puberty,
they developed a magnificent 50% advantage over the boys in our control
group in terms of penis development."

"WOW!" Derek gasped in surprise.

"We've started seeing twelve-year-olds with seven, eight, even NINE-inch
cocks," Ronon told Derek.

"And this from boys who are STILL growing," the doctor added. "Our earliest
test subjects are now twelve...god only knows what they'll be when they
reach maturity."

"They're predicting twelve inches for some," Ronon smiled knowledgably.

"Probably optimistic," the doctor countered. "We've put the stuff out for
field testing on a limited basis starting five years ago. We've got some
seven-year-olds now with five to six inches."

"Cutest little fuckers you ever saw," Ronon laughed.

"Parents actually USE this stuff on their...their little boys?" Derek asked
in amazement.

"Hey, what father doesn't wanna see his son have a big dick," the doctor
laughed.

"It's not hard finding volunteers...lots of Cox International employees,
most of them." Ronon explained.

"But, one of the problems with Peniped is that it's primary active
ingredient is...sperm," the doctor pronounced very seriously.

"Not just sperm, but sperm from boys 12 to 15," Ronon added.

"Immature sperm," the doctor continued, "sperm from boys like Ronon
here. We harvest his and that of the other boys his age here on the island
who have started ejaulating but haven't reached full sexual maturity. And
that's what you see here," the doctor gestured broadly at a number of
reclining seats each with a cylindrical divice suspended from slender,
transparent tubed. About half were occupied by naked young boys, literally
getting their cocks sucked by machines.

"You can see why we call it the 'milking parlor,' Ronon smiled. "I'm here
to make my contribution to the cause, you wanna try it too?"

"But...I'm not...I'm over fifteen," Derek objected, as he watched Ronon
stretched out in a nearby chair which resembled that used by a dentis.

"We wouldn't be using your sperm," the doctor indicated. "You're welcome to
join Ronon if you like, to experience what our boys enjoy every morning."

"Sure, why not?" Derek forced a brave smile as he seated himself lying out
in the chair next to Ronon's.

"It takes the daily sperm of five young boys to make a single application
of the cream," the doctor went on. "We couldn't do it, of course, without
the ready supply of young boys we have here at Ecstasy."

"Every boy between 12 and 15 on the island comes here daily to
be...'milked'," Ronon explained as the doctor fitted the rubbery tube over
Ronon's six-inch boy-cock. For Derek's cock they had to search for a size
larger.

"I take it this is at least somewhat...pleasurable," Derek asked?

Ronon burst out laughing as even the doctor smiled broadly, "You'll see."

"Shouldn't there be dim lights, soft music, maybe some porno video over on
the wall?" Derek joked.

"Believe me, that's not necessary," Dr. Morgenstern guaranteed him.

"OOOOOO FUCCCCKKKKKKK!" Derek cried out at the doctor switched on his
machine and the patented mechanical blowjob began.

"You like that?" Ronon laughed as his face contorted into one of aching
sexual pleasure.

"FUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKK!" Derek repeated, for lack of a better exclamatory.

"Kevin can't WAIT to start shooting so he can come over here an get
orgasmed every day," Ronon smiled as his face left little doubt of the
intense sexual pleasure he was starting to feel.

"Kevin will spend the whole fucking DAY over here," Derek gasped as his
pleasure quickly bounded higher and higher.

"Nope, only a boy's first daily offering is suitable for processing," Ronon
insisted, "though I'm sure some boys cheat and cum a few times before they
make it over here."

"I've had to discipline a couple boys, the quality of their sperm drops
dramatically later in the day," the doctor noted as he watched readings on
a laptop computer.

"Ohhhhhhhh fuck, this feels like...like...god, nothing I've ever felt
before in my life," Derek gasped as he watched Ronon endure the same
swelling sexual pleasure he was feeling.

"Gettin' close?" Ronon gasped, barely able to contain the pleasure his cock
and the machine was giving him.

"Fuck yes, you?" Derek moaned.

"The fastest ejaculation you'll ever experience," the doctor told
Derek. "Here at Cox, we're nothing if not efficient."

"Ohhhhhhh god, I can't stand it!" Derek cried out as he entered an acutely
pleasurable phase.

"Want me to remove the apparatus?" the doctor asked.

"NOOOO...FUCK NOOOOO...OHHHHH GOD, OHHHHH GOD, OHHHH FUCCCCCKKKKK...IT JUST
KEEPS GETTING BETTER AND BETTER, STRONGER AND STRONGER, OHHAHEHHHH GOD, I
GOTTA GET ME ONE OF THESE!" Derek cried out as his orgasm swelled inside
him.

"Seventy-thousand each," the doctor noted, "hang on, you're about to
deliver."

"AIAIIEIAHEHRHEHAHEIOEOOIIAEHRHHAGHEIAIEHIGEOOIHGHHHAHHG!!!" Derek heard
and saw Ronon deliver his trademark wail of excruciating sexual pleasure,
watching as the machine sucked a prodigous quantity of boy-cum from his
cock, "OHAHEHHHH GOD, CUMMING, CUMMING, CUMMING, CUMMING, AOGHEHAOEOORHEH
FUCK, EVERY DAY, THE SAME, BUT I'LL NEVER FUCKIN' GET USED TO THIS, OHHHHH
GOD, THE FEELING, OAHHEHHAHEHRH FUCK CUMMING, CUMMING, STILL CUMMING,
OHGHEHAHEH GOD, DOC, YOU SET THIS THING TO SHUT DOWN WHEN IT HITS A
GALLON?"

"OAOEHHAEORIH GOD, RONON, RONON, CUMMING TOO, CUMMING AHGOEAHEOIRHOH GOD,
SO HARD, HARDER THAN I EVER...AOGHEHAIOIEIOHROIH FUCK FUCK FUCK
FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK, OEOHAIOEIHOEIHR GOD,
FEELS...FEELS...BETTER THAN ANYTHING I EVER...OAOEHHHRAHEHHH GOD, THE BEST
ORGASM I EVER....GHAOEIHOAIEHORIHOOIH GOD, THE FEELING, SUCKIN' THE FUCK
OUTTA ME, MAN, SUCKIN' THE CUM RIGHT UP FROM MY BALLS, SUCKIN' MY BALLS
EVEN, OGOHEHAOEIHROEIH GOD, GOD, GOD, AHHEHAHEHRHHHH FUCK, TURN IT OFF,
TURN IT OFF, IT'S FUCKIN' KILLIN' ME...GHEOAIOEHROIEH GOD,
NO...DON'T...DON'T...I WANNA FEEL IT....GHEAIOEIORHOEIH GOD, ALMOST
PAINFUL...GHEOAOIEHROIHE GOD, IT IS PAINFUL, GOHEOAIEHORIH PAINFUL
PLEASURE...GHEOIAEHROIHOAHEOIHOH FUCCCCCKKKKkkkkkk!" Derek cried out in
sheer ecstasy as he finally began to notice a gradual lessoning in the
sexual tension he was feeling deep in his trembling, throbbing groin.

"Excellent, as usual, Ronon, my boy," the doctor smiled, leaning over,
kissing his sperm donor's lips. He began disconnecing the unit from Ronon's
tortured, rapidly deflating cock. "Despite the Duralon, this takes a lot
outta ya."

"Literaly," Derek groaned as the doctor disconnected him too. "I may never
fuck again."

"Usually takes an hour or so to recover...less for young boys like Ronon
here," the doctor told them.

"Fifteen minutes to a half-hour usually for me," Ronon sighed blissfully.

"I'll let you two just lie here for a few minutes to recover your stamina,"
the doctor suggested. "Otherwise...we've had boys just collapse walking out
of the lab."

"This stuff really works?" Derek found the story hard to believe.

"Once we have 500 boys a day contributing, we'll probably begin marketing
it...discretely, of course," the doctor told him. "Once EcstasyInc gets up
to full tilt, we'll proably have to build a whole special facility just for
sperm procurement."

Ronon laughed. "We could call it the 'cum factory.'"