Date: Sat, 13 Oct 2012 17:13:27 -0400
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ecstasy Renewed Chapter 26

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 26


"My, god, look at your DICK!" Derek cried as Doug withdrew from Dustin's
willing ass.

"OHHHHHHH FUCCCCCCCCKKKK....BLOOD!" Doug cried in alarm.

"Blood?" Dustin gasped in surprise and dismay.

"You fucker, you ruptured the kid!" Derek accused angrily, realiziing he
didn't have so much as a handkerchief to stem the flow.

"I don't feel nothing back there, it don't hurt," Dustin insisted.

"Quick, call 911, we gotta get him to the emergency room," Derek cried,
trying to control his panic. Nothing like this had ever happened to him
before.

"We don't have 911," Dustin told them blandly. "Hell, we don't have no
emergency room in any case."

"WHAT?" Doug cried, gently rolling the naked young boy over to inspect the
damage.

"He's bleeding...not...not profusely, exactly but..." Derek was somewhat
relieved. "We need some gauze, something to stuff up his ass to..."

"I know where there's a dildo," Dustin told them.

"Kid, that's not exactly what I had in mind," Derek told him sharply.

"Over there, a towel," Doug leaped to his feet to retrieve the neatly
folded, apparently freshly laundered stip of terry.

"Thanks," Derek said as he took one corner. "Spread his cheeks, I'll see if
I can't...stop him up. It's not going to stop the bleeding but at least it
might help.

"But...where...where can we take him," Doug worried.

"Cox Pharm, I think they have a clinic there, I know they have doctors,"
Derek recalled his earlier visit.

"I think there's a limo out front, don't know if there's a driver but..."
Doug said as he neatly "diapered" the boy he'd just fucked...apparently too
well, definitely too hard. "Should we carry him?"

"I can fuckin' WALK," Dustin objected to any role as a victim.

"I thought you said you could handle a cock the size of mine," Doug all but
accused the boy of lying.

"I thought I could...I have...I can, I...I don't know what happened, it
don't hurt...felt good, in fact," Dustin claimed.

"You go find some transportation, I'll get him out front," Derek told Doug
as the two of them gingerly helped the beautiful young pleasure boy to his
feet. "You feeling okay...light-headed, nauseous..."

"I'm okay, I can walk, look, nothing running down my legs, not even any
drops," Dustin hated feeling like a child, or worse, a diapered baby. "Hey,
I could get arrested for this get-up you know?"

"Right," Derek laughed as he headed with the boy around the upper side of
the house toward the street, "I'll come visit you in the Ecstasy Island
reform school for wayward boys."

"Looks like I won't be doing much fuckin' for a while," Dustin sighed in
dismay as they headed down the hill toward the waiting limo. Doug was
holding the door open for them. A teenaged driver sat behind the wheel.

"How's he doin'?" Doug inquired.

"Bleedin' like a stuck pig," Dustin exaggerated. "You better get something
to put down on the seat, they frown on blood stains on the upholstery
around here."

"Let'em frown," Derek told him as he and Doug helped the boy into the back
of the lengthy limo. "I guess Zac and Darin and the boys will just have to
walk home."

"Swim, actually, they live across the lagoon," Dustin pointed as they drove
off, "over there."

"They'll take care of him over at the clinic, this sort of thing happens
once in a while, one of the guests gets a little wild," the driver of the
car sought to reassure them. "Seldom takes more than twenty stitches."

"Thanks, thanks a a LOT, Boris," Dustin shot back resentfully.

"You two know each other?" Derek remarked in surprise.

"I just turned 17 a month ago, got this gig drivin'," their teenaged
chauffer explained. "Before that, Dustin and me, we fucked around a
little...did a few orgies together, I'm surprised, he can usually handle
about anything."

"Can't you go any faster," Derek complained.

"Want me to run the siren, too?" Boris fired back with anxious enthusiasm.

"Fuck no, you'll wake the whole damned island!" Dustin laughed.

"Good, cause this fucker don't got no siren anyway," Boris informed his
nervous passengers.

"you'd probably ruin hundreds of good orgasms," Dustin carried on, "people
would think the place was being RAIDED!"

"I'm really...really fuckin' sorry, Dustin," Doug hugged the boy to him,
kissing him by way of an appology, "I don't know what happened, what came
over me, I...you're so beautiful...so fuckin' beautiful, your ass so...I
guess I just got carried away."

"It's not your fault," Dustin insisted as they crossed to the outer ring of
the island and turned right, heading toward the Cox Pharm lab. "I just
decided I wanted to be a blood donor, that's all. You was lookin' kind
of...pale, I figured you needed a transfusion."

"You could have at least wiped the blood off your dick," Derek complained
at Doug. "It's gross."

"With WHAT?" Doug replied testily. "You wanna suck my cock, fucker, lick me
clean?"

"Do I look like Count Dracula? Derek was as angry with himself as he was
Doug. He felt responsible for the boy.

"Now that you mention it..." Dustin joked as they stopped in front of the
dimly lit Cox Pharm edifice.

"Think there's anyone home?" Doug questioned as he swung open the door and
hopped from the seat next to Dustin's.

"Hey, you're suppose to let the chauffer do that," Dustin objected. "Right
Boris?"

"Boris...you Russian?" Derek asked the boy as he held the opposite rear
door for Derek.

"No, usually I drive pretty slow, except when I got a couple 'nervous
nellies' in the back thinkin' I'm drivin' an AMBULANCE."

"Cute..." Derek sneered as he hurried toward the main entrance where Ronon
had taken him the day before.

"Thanks, but I'm not cute anymore, I've become HANDSOME, now that I work
upright, not flat on my back or with my hot fuckin' ass up in the air,"
Boris insisted.

"And a real smart-ass too, you know that?" Derek called over his shoulder
bantering with the somewhat swarthy teen.

"What? No tip?!" Boris cried after them as Derek and Doug hustled Dustin
inside. "Shall I wait?"

"We got a boy here who needs some medical attention," Derek told the
twenty-something male receptionist behind the security desk.

"What, diarhea?" The man guessed, judging from Dustin's makeshift diaper
bandage.

"Right orifice, wrong color," Doug shot back as the security attendant
rushed around a partition to help them.

"There's only one doctor on duty this time of night," the security guy told
them.

"Which one?" Dustin questioned anxiously.

"Dr. Howard," the man said as he led them back through the mostly dark
building to an elevator. "I think he's in the lab."

"Mikey? Mike Howard?" Dustin brightened. "He's fuckin' CUTE...and he knows
the territory."

"I beg your pardon?" Derek looked at the boy questioningly.

"He's done a little...diagonostic probing a few times," Dustin smiled his
trademark ornery grin.

"Oh, and what was the verdict?" Doug caught the boy's meaning before Derek.

"That I got a THERMONUCLEAR ass," Dustin proudly proclaimed.

"Maybe we should have them examine this hairy growth on his shoulders,
too," Derek suggested.

"Nothing wrong with his sense of humor," their young guide laughed.

"Your ass is gonna FEEL thermonuclear once the doc gets done examining it,"
Doug suggested.

"Probably give me another orgasm," Dustin insisted as they got off the
elevator.

"I think you've had ENOUGH orgasms for one night," Derek argued.

"HEEEYYYYYy....DOC! How's it hangin'...OHHHHh MAAANN, looks like it's
slightly enlarged, swollen even; you better have someone look at that
thing, it could be serious," Dustin greeted the way-too-young-looking naked
doctor with a hardon.

"Hey, fucker, will YOU get serious? This ain't no laughing matter," Derek
restrained the urge to smack the kid up side the head.

"What seems to be the problem, other than your being overdressed for the
occassion?" Dr. Howard greeted his one-time sexual plaything.

"It would seem the boy rather overestimated his anal capacity and..." Derek
began.

"And, I'm sorry, I underestimated my sexual drive," Doug admitted dryly.

"Normally I can take a good nine or ten inches, no problem," Dustin said as
he climbed up on an examining table.

"He hasn't changed a bit, always was something of a braggart," Dr. Howard
smiled. "Do you mind?" He asked as he deftly laid asside the folds of the
towel, uncertain what he might find. "Let's roll you over and have a
looksee. You gentlemen mind waiting over there in the visitor's lounge,
this might not be pretty."

"But..." Derek started to object, then acquiesced as Doug draped his arm
around his friend's shoulders and guided him away.

"There's a shower over there...you might like to avail yourselves of," the
doctor called after them as Dustin rolled over.

"A shower?" Doug questioned.

"Your cock?" Derek reminded him. "We probably both smell like day-old cum."

"That an invitation?" Doug smiled as they found the waiting area and the
open shower at one end of the room. Showering was NOT considered a private
function in the Land of Ecstasy.

"OWWWWw..." they heard Dustin complain in the distance.

"Ohhhhh god, Derek, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...I just...I've just had so
much on my mind...the boys, Bunny, the business, and...the proposal...I
guess I wasn't thinking, I just got carried..." Doug broke down, sobbing on
Derek's naked shoulder as he heard the beautiful young boy he'd sexually
abused cry out a second time in pain.

"It's okay...it was an accident," Derek tried to comfort the man dampening
his birthday suit. "Hey, listen, let's get you cleaned up, you look
and...godddd...SMELL like hell," Derek guided his friend into range as he
adjusted the warm overhead spray toward the two of them. "I know you'd
never want to hurt any young boy...ohhhh yeah, this feels good, don't it?"

"Mmmmm...yeah...you...you feel good," Doug smiled, kissing Derek, "I
love..."

"Whew, the Duralon just don't let up, does it?" Derek sighed as he thrust
hard his cock between Doug's legs from the rear while holding him, tweaking
his tits.

"Do it." Doug told him.

"Do what?"

"Fuck me."

"WHAT?" Derek laughed in surprise and dismay.  It didn't seem the time or
the place, even as they heard Dustin let out another boyish yelp.

"Do it, fuck me, I've wanted..." Doug began, bending forward, thrusting his
taunt ass against Derek's cock.

"You've got to be kidding...Dustin is in there...I mean...we're at a
HOSPITAL forgodsakes," Derek objected even as he enjoyed the feel of his
cock between Doug's legs.

"Soap it up, fuck me.  I want you in me.  I've wanted to be with you like
this ever since I first saw you on the ship." Doug revealed.

"What? You wanna join Dustin in there gettin' his ass sewed up," Derek
tried to joke.

"Don't flatter yourself," Doug turned in his arms, kissing him, then
turning on around, bending on over, spreading his ass cheeks. "You're big
but you're not THAT big, I ain't no twelve-year-old kid going on twenty."

"You ever been fucked before," Derek questioned, pretty much already
knowing the answer.

"Of course," Doug insisted.

"Liar," Derek called him out, nonetheless probing with his cock between the
man's spread cheeks.

"You callin' me a..." Doug began. "OOOOOWOWWWWEWOWOWOWEIIEHWHHWWWW..." he
suddenly wailed as Derek confirmed the man's virgin status to them both.

"And that's just the head," Derek informed the man on the end of his dick.

"I knew that," Doug looked back over his shoulder, forcing a painful smile.

"Want more?" Derek fully expected the man to back off.

"Yes," Doug whimpered. "I wanna feel what...what Dustin felt."

"Ohhhhh forgodsake," Derek sighed as the truth came out. He had the urge to
pull out and slap the man silly, but decided the best medicine to bring
Doug to his senses might be more of the same.

"OOOammmageammmffffffff," Doug stifled a second painful outcry.

"Want still more?"

"YES, FUCKER, YES, YES, YESSSSSS..." Doug cried out, putting on a brave
show, unwilling to let Derek cowl him into retreat.

"I can't fuckin' believe I'm doin' this," Derek shook his head as he
nonetheless pressed on, slowly, more gently now, deeper and deeper.

Doug was silent.  If Derek could have seen the man's face, contorted in
pain, he might have called a halt to their little sodomizing
charade. Instead he embeded his seven-inch-plus cock into the man's tight
ass to the hilt, then held it there, waiting for some sign from Doug to
proceed.

"You okay?" Derek asked softly.

"I think so," Doug's voice admitting more than a little pain.

"Still wanna do this?"

Doug nodded vehemently.

Derek shook his head in dismay. "Okay, fucker, it's your ass." He withdrew
slightly then slowly moved back up into the man, "literally."

"It's alright, fuck me," Doug breathed, gradually getting a grip on the
pain.

"I hate fuckin' like this, standin' up," Derek told him. "Feels so awkward,
so...obscene."

"Fuck obscene, do it to me, fuck me, fuck me like I fucked..." Doug
couldn't bring himself to mention Dustin's name.

"If this isn't the strangest, most assinine..." Derek began, then began his
sexual assault as he felt Doug begin moving back and forth on his cock.

"Fuck strange, fuck assinine, just do it to me. Do it to me, Derek, fuck
me, man, fuck me and fuck me hard. I want it, I want your cock, I want your
cock...deeeeeeeep...aooahehrhaehehheieihghehhahe god, yes, yes, yes, that's
it, like that, like that, fucker, fuck me deeper, harder, ohhhahhgh god,
yes, yes, that feels good, that feels soooooooo fuckin' good, what you're
doin' to me, what you're doin' to my assss...ahgheaherioheo god, Derek,
more, more, fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeeee..." Doug threw himself
completely into the sexual ordeal he'd only minutes before found almost
unbearably painful. Now it was almost unbearably pleasurable.

"You know, you're a pretty good FUCK once you get into it," Derek
complimented the man so feverishly fucking his cock. "Ohhhhh yeah, fuck
yeah, ahhahhha god, Doug, we're gonna have to do this more often, you got a
really nice, tight, fuckin' assssss...ahgehhahehhhh god, yeah, feels goood,
feels soooo good, fuckin' your ass, man, ohhhahhhhh
fucccck...fucccckkkk...fuccckkkkk!"

"More, more, more, deeper, harder, faster...fuck me like you never fucked
anyone before, ohghaheh fuck, Derek, your cock, your big, hard, fuckin'
cock, feels sooo good inside me, man, I'm glad it's you fuckin' me for the
first time, man, I love you, man, I love your cock, love your voice, love
your face, love your hot fuckin' body, man, ohhahhhahh god, give it to me,
give me your cock, give me your cum, I wanna feel it, I wanna feel it
spurtin' up inside me, feel how good it feels to get fucked by your cock,
gooahoeihhahehrhhe fuck, Derek, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me and make me cum,
Derek, do it, do it, do it, I wanna cum, I want your to make me cum, man,
ride my ass, fuck me, keep on fuckin' me, ooahhhahhehhahehh god, Derek,
gonna do it to me, gonna get me off, gonna make me cum, man, gettin' me
close, gettin' me closer and closer, gonna make me...me...CUMMMMMMMMMMM
CUMMMMMMMMM....AHGHEOAIHEORIAHEO GOD, OEOOAIGHOEIHAERHEHE FUCK, MAKIN' ME
CUM, DEREK, MAKIN' ME SHOOT MY CUM, AHGHEOAIEROIH GOD, YOUR COCK, YOUR
COCK, WHAT YOU'RE COCK'S DOIN' TO MY ASS, MAN, AHGHAHEHRHH GOD, FEELS GOOD,
FEELS SOOO GOOD, FEELIN' YOUR CUM SHOOTIN' UP INSIDE MY ASS, GHHEHA
FUCCCCKKKK...FUCCCCKKKKK....FUCKKKKKKKKKKK!!"

"YOU'RE GETTIN' IT, MAN, YOU'RE GETTIN' IT, GETTIN' ALL I GOT, ALL MY COCK,
ALL MY CUM, AHGHEHAH FUCK, AOEIHOAIEHORHI GOD, FEELS GOOD, FEELS GOOD,
FEELS SOOOO GOOD, SHOOTIN' MY CUM, STRAIGHT UP YOUR ASS, MAN,
GHAOEIRHIOAHEOR FUCK THE FEELING, THE FEELING, OAIEHOIHEOOIHAHEIIIAEIRHH I
CAN'T BELIEVE HOW GOOD IT FEELS, SHOOTIN' MY CUM WITH YOU LIKE THIS, IT'S
THE BEST FEELING...THE BEST FEELING IN THE WORLD, THE
PLEASURE...GHAHEIAHEOIHOH...THE FEEELING...SHOOTIN' SOOOO HARD, SOOOOO
HARRRRRRRDDDD...SOOOOOOO FUCKIN'
HARRRDDDDD...UANENNAENGHHAHHGHHEHHGHHHHHhhhhhhhhh!!"

"Ohhhhh fuccckkkkk....that was...whew...better than...than anything I ever
felt before in my life," Doug gasped, disengaging, turning in Derek's arms
and kissing him profusely.

"Mmmmmmm...yes, one of MY better orgasms of recent couplings," Derek
admitted as he did more than a little kissing himself. "Maybe we better
turn off the water, it's starting to get cold."

"Maybe just what we need at the moment," Doug joked as he nonetheless
stemmed the flow.

"And of course, not a towel anywhere in sight," Derek complained.

"Just press the 'dry' button," Doug demonstrated as a sudden blast of warm,
dry air from above enveloped them. "Towels are considered a needless waste
around here. They have to be washed and dried and they spread germs. See,
just a few minutes and you're dry as a bone."

"Speaking of bones...." Derek playfully stroked Doug's bone, still jutting
up impudently from his slender, naked groin despite it's recent sexual
duties. "Still preoccupied?"

"Sex helps...but...life doesn't go away with an orgasm, even one like what
you just delivered," Doug sighed as the two of them collapsed tiredly into
separate armchairs facing one another.

"The kids?" Derek guessed.

"The kids? Fuck no, god they're in fuckin' hog heaven at the moment...over
there with Justin and the others, fuckin' their fuckin' BRAINS out," Doug
sighed. "Well...not directly, the kids, anyway."

"What then?" Derek questioned. "You said something about a...proposal?"

"You know Jim Loin?" Doug asked after several moments of silence.

"I know the name." Derek admitted. "Rich as fuckin' Howard Hughes..."

"Who?"

"Never mind, what about him?" Derek probed.

"He offered me a job."

"He offered you a..." Derek laughed.

"He wants to make me director of marketing and sales for Ecstasy," Doug
opened his nutshell.

"He what...marketing and sales?" Derek started to laugh again then thought
better of it. It was obvious Doug was hurting. Making light of his problem
would only add to it.

"Straight outta the Godfather, an offer I can't refuse..." Doug leaned
forward, cradling his head in his hands.

"Okay, you said it. Don't refuse," Derek said, "simple as that. What kind
of offer?"

"Three million," Doug threw out a figure, allowing it to splatter all over
the floor between them.

"Dollars?" Derek again had to restrain a laugh. "In salary? Fuck, wish
someone would make ME an offer like that."

"Cox International wants to buy me out...my company," Doug went on in more
detail.

"Is that a good price?" Derek knew nothing of Doug's business affairs.

"Only about three times what it's worth," Doug sighed, collapsing back into
the depts of the leather chair.

"Damn...what's the catch?"

"Mainly he wants the boys," Doug dropped the other shoe.

"Wants them?" Derek questioned. "You mean...like Dustin...like to join
his...staff...to fuck his fuckin' 'staff'?"

Doug shook his head.  "More precisely, Cox Pharm here wants them."

Derek was silent now, the full scope of Doug's quandry starting to sink
in. "Guinea pigs?"

Doug looked up, pain in his face. "Something like that. They want them bad
enough to offer me a hundred grand a year, and them a hundred grand
apiece...even a position of some kind for Bunny...probably legs up, flat on
her back, but...new house here on the island...transportation,
staff...education for Bunny and the boys...whatever..."

"Fucccckkkk..." Derek gasped in dismay. "What they gonna do, turn the boys
into androids...cyborgs ...clones or something?"

"If only it was that simple," Doug murmurred, lost in his own tortured
mind. "Derek, they're doing experiments in altering DNA...they need five
sets of identical preadolescent twins, one boy to experiment upon, the
other as a control. They want to induce puberty."

"You mean..."

"Young boys...very young boys, from what I can infer...then somehow CONTROL
their adolescent development...I don't understand it all. Scares the fuck
outta me, is all I know."

"Shiiiiiiitttt..." Derek let out a long breath.

"Sorry to keep you gentlemen waiting," Dr. Howard interrupted their tense
encounter.

"Dustin...? Doug jumped to his feet.

"He gonna be okay?" Derek followed him.

"I think so. I'm gonna keep him here overnight but..." the doctor
continued.

"He pretty bad off?" Doug pleaded for more details.

"Hmph..." the doctor laughed. "Not really...depending on how you define
'bad off', I guess."

"Whadya mean?" Doug questioned.

Dr. Howard smiled. "Well, it would seem our horny little friend in there
has a mild to moderate case of...hemorrhoids."