Date: Mon, 22 Oct 2012 00:28:15 -0400
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ecstasy Renewed Chapter 29

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 29


In broad daylight, the four-storied office/lab/factory complex that was Cox
Pharmaceutical's Ecstasy Island headquarters looked less foreboding than it
had the night before as Doug and Derek alit from the bright green golf cart
Kevin had arranged for them.

"We brought you something," Doug told Dustin Dillon as the boy lay out
naked on the adjustable hospital bed in the Cox Pharm infirmary.

Derek pulled from behind his back a bouquet of flowers. Doug produced a
tube of Preparation H, which Boris had obtained for them at the staff
commissary.

"Thanks, guys, you really shouldn't have," Dustin gushed. "You really
SHOULD have brought candy, or maybe a Duralon or two, they won't give me
either one here and look, my COCK...first time it's been like that...this
long for YEARS?"

"How long?" Derek laughed.

"Well, you know, usually it's about seven inches but now..." Dustin
deliberately misinterpreted Derek's question.

"Stupid fucker, how long have you...gone without?" Derek reworded his
question.

"It's been almost 24 hours, man, I need to cum so badddd...and look, it's
not even a little bit hard," Dustin complained, listlessly flipping and
flopping his limp cock one way then the other. "Go ahead, suck it, the
damned thing's like a limp noodle..."

To Dustin's surprise, Derek bent forward and did just as the boy had asked.

"See, nothing..." Dustin sighed in dispair, "I've been on Duralon so long,
I can't even get a little bit stiff without...mmmm...okay, maybe a LITTLE
BIT stiff but..." Dustin paused for a long moment as he found himself
beginning to feel the effects of Derek's talented lips and tongue on his
cock.  "Damn, he's good," he finally admitted.

"Gettin' hard?" Doug questioned.

"A little..." Dustin admitted. "Okay, MORE than a little..."

"See, you don't need Duralon as bad as you thought, not when you got
friends," Doug smiled down at the boy, watching him enjoy sexual pleasure
again for the first time in more than twelve hours. It was probably the
longest the boy had gone without shooting his cum in MONTHS...maybe YEARS.

"He tried to get ME to do that," Dr. Howard smiled as he joined the
trio. "He's my only patient today."

"You don't consider blowjobs proper medical treatment?" Doug grinned as he
and the doctor observed Derek's version of "just what the doctor (didn't)
order."

"Well, not for hemmorhoids, anyway," the doctor suppressed a leacherous
grin. "It was...he was tempting though...he's such a beautiful young
boy. One of Jim Loin's playthings, right?"

"Mr. Loin seems to have exquisite taste in boys," Doug observed.

"That and having his pick of almost 300 boys here on the island helps
too. Your friend's very fortunate," the doctor continued. "As much as the
honorable Mr. Loin loves boys, his sex drive isn't what it used to be.

"He's more of a...collector, as opposed to a user, I take it," Doug found
himself taking on a fresh impression of the burley hunk of balding manhood.

"Well, yes, which would explain why young Mr. Dillon here could develop
hemmorhoids without being aware of it," the doctor explained. "He seldom
got fucked...well...until...YOU came along, that is."

"Listen, doc, I told you, I'm soooo sorry, I didn't mean to..." Doug began
once more slipping into a desperate, appologetic depression.

"I understand. If it hadn't been YOU, it'd have been someone else...maybe
even ME," the attractive young doctor smiled. "There's no way you could
have known. HE didn't even know."

"OOhahhahhhhhahahhah fuccckkkkk, Derek,
fuuuuccccckk...fuccckkkkkk...fuccckkkkk, I'm fuckin' feelin' it, feelin'
it, ooghoaiehroh god, man, suckin' me, man, suckin' my cock, suckin' me
off, suckin' me, suckin' me, god, I'm so hard again...feels good...feels
good...feels good to feel my cock big and hard and...Ooaoheoaiehrhhahhh
fuccckkkkkk...you suck good, man, ohhahhah god, you give GREAT head, man,
oohahhahhh fucccckkk...fucccckkkk....FUCCCK...FUCKKKKKKK...FUCCCKKKKKKK
AOGIHEOIHA GOD, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING, I'M
CCUMMMINNNNNNNNNNNGGGG...GOEOHEOHOIEHROH GOD, I NEEDED THIS, AOGHEOAIHEORIH
YEAH, OIEHAOIEHORIH GOD, POPPIN' MY LOAD, MOTHAFUCKER, GIVIN YA MY CUM,
MAN, AGHEOAIEHROIHO GOD, YEAH, YEAHHHH, EAT ME, FUCKER, EAT MY CUM,
GBHAOEIHROIH GOD, FEELS GOOD, FEELS GOOOD...AGIEAOEHROIHOIH GOD, CUMMIN'
AND CUMMIIN' AND CUMMIN' AND...AGHIEOAIHEORIHOGHHHAHH!!!"

Derek pulled off.  Dustin was more than he'd bargained for. The kid had
been STOCKPILING his thick, hot, spurting boy-juices, and without the
mildly sweet flavor Duralon tended to add to most boys' cum, Dustin's
offering was far from delectable.  Derek's hand replaced his lips on the
boy's stiff, young sexual appendage as he continued rapidly stroking the
spurting hard boy-cock. OhhhhHHOhh hHHooooHAHHHHH FUCCK, KID, YOU'RE REALLY
BLOWIN' A GEYSER THIS TIME, OHHHH FUCK, DOC, YOU SURE YOU DON'T WANNA
CAPTURE SOME OF THIS STIFF FOR YOUR COCK CREAM FACTORY, THIS KID'S GOIN'
APE-SHIT, ORGASMING ALL OVER THE FUCKIN' PLACE. FUCCCCKKKK, DUSTIN, TAKE IT
EASY, SAVE SOME FOR THE FUCKIN' NEXT TIME, KID, THERE IS GOING TO BE A
TOMORROW I'M TOLD!!"

"DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP, KEEP DOIN' IT TO ME, KEEP JACKIN' ME, KEEP
DRAININ' MY COCK, MAN, KEEP DRAININ' MY CUM, KEEP DOIN' IT, GHEOAIEHROIHOI
FUCK THIS FEELS GOOD, THE FEELING, THE FEELING, DEREK, FEELS TWICE AS GOOD
AS EVER BEFORE, MAN, GHOEIHOAEIHRO FUCK, IF THIS IS WHAT GOIN' OFF DURALON
FEELS LIKE, MAN, I MAY....AIGIEAIHEROAIEHRHHAHEHRIIIGHEHAHGHHEHH GOD, I
CAN'T STOP, I CAN'T STOP, DOC, I CAN'T FUCKIN' STOP CUMMIN',
GHOOAOEIIIEIIEHHHH GOD, MY COCK, MY COCK, STILL SPURTIN', GHEOAIOEROIAHEOIH
MY GOD, THE FEELING, THE FEELING, SO SHARP, SO HOT, SO...AWESOME!"

"My gift to YOU boy," Dr. Howard smiled down at the wildly orgasming
boy. "We've been experimenting with causing boys to break what we call the
'Duralon cycle'."

"Is it always like this when the boys go off the drug?" Doug questioned,
the doctor's words arousing his curiosity, given what Cox Pharm wanted to
do to HIS boys.

"No, not usually," the doctor commented. Then he laughed. "Usually it's
WORSE."

"WORSE?" Derek looked up from what his hand was doing to Dustin's cock.  He
suddenly stopped.

"Or BETTER, depending upon your point of view," Dr. Mike Howard informed
them. "If you're a FOURTEEN-year-old boy, it's the mother of all orgasms,
long, hard, and excruciatitingly intense...pretty much what you're seeing
here now."

"aAIIIIiiIIIIIIIiiiiiiiiiIIIIIEEEE, DOC, MY COCK, MY COCK, AHGOEOAIEORH
GOD, FEELS GOOD, FEELS...FEELS...HAIEOIHOAIEHROIEHOIH FUCK, FEELS TOOOOOOO
GOOD, GHEOAIHEORIHA GOD, HGEOIAHEORIH FUCK, MAKE IT STOP, MAKE IT STOP,
GHOEAIHEORHO FUCCCCCCCKKKK...FUCCCCCKKKKKAKEHOIHOIHAOEIRH GOD, I
CAN'T...CAN'T...GGHAOEIRHOEIHROAIEIRHAOIH GOD, STAND IT...STAND...STAND IT,
I...I..." Dustin cried out in pleasure so intense it was starting to become
painful.

"Here...let me," the doctor forced Derek's hands aside then firmly gripped
Dustin's hard, throbbing, pulsating, wildly ejaculating boy-cock, squeezing
it, literally cutting off the flow as he would a runaway garden hose.

"iiiiiaiieiIEIIIEIAEHRHHGEIIAEOEOIEHGOIHEOIHGO GOD, FUCCCK, GOIEHAOIEHROIH
GOD, DOC THAT HURTS
THAT...LGOEAIHEORIAHOEIHOIH....GHEOIAHEORIIHOIH...FUCK...FUCK...FEELS...FEELS
BETTER, OHHHH...  OOEAHGOEIHAOEIHR FUCCCKKKKK....FUCK...FUCK, THANKS,
THANKS, MAN, I THOUGHT I WAS GONNA LOSE IT THERE FOR A SECOND," Dustin
gasped as he slowly drifted down from his orgasmic high.

"My god, Doc, you fuckin' scared the SHIT outta me, I never saw a boy
orgasm like that...lose control, go fuckin' off the deep end like that,"
Derek was just about half a degree short of being angry with the Doogie
Houser lookalike. "Why didn't you tell me not to set him off like that?"

"All in the name of medical science," Dr. Howard told Derek calmly. He
checked a tiny medical device on Dustin's arm. "He just hit...mmmm...not
bad, 173.6. That's a little better than average."

"Mind tellin' us what the fuck you're talking about," Doug suddenly
exploded from the tension. "What's that thing on his arm?"

"I'm sorry...this looks worse than it was," Dr. Howard appologized. "This
is an orgasmitronic alameter. I do two or three of these a week. We call it
orgasmic overload."

"NO SHIT!" Derek exhaled.

"In running tests on the boys, really, we're running tests on Duralon
itself," the doctor began to explain. "You see, we caluclate about 57% of
all Duralon world-wide is consumed by those under 20 years of age. And, as
you might guess, very often it's abused. Now we've built into the formula a
vomiting agent. You take too many...enough to endanger your health, you
throw up, rid the system."

"Yeah, I've seen that," Derek agreed. "But...what the fucks that got to do
with what this poor boy just went through?"

"When something makes you sick, what do you do?" the doctor asked.

"Well, I guess I..." Derek suddenly realized the doctor's reasoning. "I
stop...stop taking it."

"Precisely," the doctor smiled.

"And when that happens...THIS happens," Doug followed along.

"What you just saw is...well, as Mr. Spock used to say, 'crude, but
effective'."

"It's enough to make ya give us SEX!" Dustin abruptly joined the
conversation.

"Enjoy your orgasm, kid?" Dr. Howard smiled down at the sexually depleted
young boy.

"Not really," Dustin admitted, a pained look on his face. "It gonna be like
that every time I cum from now on?"

The doctor shook his head. "No, I assume you're going back on Duralon when
you go home, right?"

"FUCCCCKKKK...I'm not so sure, after THAT!" Dustin groaned, still feeling a
painful ache in his groin.

"How many were you taking per day?" the doctor asked softly.

"Two, sometimes three," Dustin admitted.

"Threes, right? D-3s?"

"I never touch anything stronger," Dustin swore.

"Very wise," the doctor pronounced. "We're only now starting to get a
handle on the potential for Duralon addiction. That's why I had Dustin
remain here overnight."

"I wondered about that...hemmorhoids are seldom life-threatening," Derek
laughed.

"No, but Duralon IS," the doctor startled them by announcing.

"No shit?" Doug gasped.

"Not when used according to directions...and for occassional use only,
but..." the doctor shook his head sadly, taking a deep breath.  "Here on
Ecstasy...Duralon is a way of life...if not for the guests, certainly for
the boys servicing them."

"DAMN..." Derek shook his head in dismay.

"We do our best to monitor usage...warn the boys...hell, we cut'em off, if
need be...better a limp dick than a limp body," the doctor quipped.

"But..." Doug intoned, waiting for the rest of the story.

"Jim Loin apparently has an unlimited stash," the doctor guessed.

"Surprise, surprise," Derek frowned.

"Dustin, when you go back, I want you to tell the other boys over there to
get their hot and horny little butts over here...TODAY...no...this fuckin'
AFTERNOON...you got that, kid, this FUCKIN' AFTERNOON!" the doctor
emphasized, raising his voice, growing angry, startling the grown men and
scaring the living shit out of Dustin.


A short time later Dr. Howard released Dustin.  Derek and Doug gave him
their golf cart to get back to Jim Loin's private bordello where Dustin was
under strict doctor's orders to round up the other six boys Jim Loin called
his "staff" and get them back to the clinic as soon as possible.

Meanwhile. Dr. Howard took Derek and Doug up to the third floor executive
offices. It seemed strange seeing all the Cox Pharm workers, (about 95%
male) busily doing their various jobs yet every one of them was completely,
and utterly stark, jaybird NAKED.

"I take it today is 'casual' Tuesday?" Derek joked.

"No, casual day is Friday," Mike Howard smiled induligently.

"That's when everyone wears suits and ties, right?" Doug quipped.

"Everyone goes without makeup or deodorant," the doctor told them dryly as
he dealt with the handsome male secretary guarding the most grandeloquent
doorway Derek had ever seen.

"The president of the universe, I take it?" Derek nodded toward the
massive, carved stone doorway.

"Almost," the secretary commented, having overhear him, "Though he THINKS
he is, sometimes."

"Director of research an development, Dr. Duncan...Donald Ronald Duncan
III." Mike Howard said, directing Derek's attention to a gold plate on the
door with the man's full name engraved upon it in letters two inches tall.

Derek started laughing.

"What?" Doug questioned.

"Donald McRonald? He sell hamburgers on the side?" Derek tried to restrain
his humor.

The others waiting in the office to see the man looked up in horror. They
were apparently Cox Pharm employees.

"Go on in, Dr. McRon...Duncan...Dr. Duncan will see you now." the hunk of a
secretary directed, his face starting to glow red.

"Watch the jokes," Doug whispered as Dr. Howard led them through the
massive double doors.

The man behind the desk rose to his feet.  Like the others he was
completely naked though his cock was not standing straight up like those of
his staff. "Mr. Chandler, Mr. Bristol, I'm Don Duncan, I'm so glad you
decided to take time from your visit to Ecstasy to come over and talk a
little business.

"You're not what I expected," Derek confessed as he shook hands with the
man.

"Oh? Disappointed?" the man looked down at his limp dick then the rest of
his well-toned, slender body.

"Oh, no, don't get me wrong, you're very attractive...even your...and don't
worry about...you know...one get's a little tired of seeing virtually
EVERYONE on the island with a hardon," Derek explained his comment,
ignoring the fact that HIS cock was also hard. "No, I guess I was expecting
an older man, white hair, droopy moustache, somewhat hunched over..."

"That would be Dr. Markosky," Don Duncan smiled.

"And you're not likely to see him unless the moon happens to be blue," Mike
Howard laughed. "I've been here since the place opened and I've seen him
exactly ONCE...and then only from behind."

"He's what you might call 'anti-social'," Dr. Duncan pronounced.

"He's the Einstein behind all this..." Mike Howard added, as he searched
for just the right descriptive noun to use in the presence of his
boss. "...This," he gestured broadly, falling back on his original pronoun.

"Yes...well, as Dr. Mike suggests...he's holed up somewhere down in the
basement with his computer, his Sears and Roebuck chemistry set, his
cats..."

"Three of them..." Mike added.

"Thinking," Mr. Duncan continued. "God only knows WHAT he's thinking...I
shudder to think, but..."

"The typical, reclusive, mad scientist," Doug suggested.

"He naked too?" Derek tried not to laugh or even smile as the three of them
sat down in comfortable chairs in front of Don Duncan's desk.

"As a matter of fact, no, he is not...absolutely refuses to..." Don began.

"Thank god! We make allowances...eccentric as hell...everyone stays clear
the fuck away from him as much as possible," Dr. Howard explained.

"Brillant, though...holds...what, Mike, close to 100 patents now,
conservatively valued at MORE than a billion dollars," Mr. Duncan went
on. "Bathes twice a year whether he needs to or not. Even I seldom see
him. I talk to him daily but...believe me, it works out better that way."

"He invent Duralon?" Derek asked.

"He and Dr. Albert Stevens. He died a couple years ago," Dr. Duncan said
sadly. "He was a colleague of mine...close personal friend...I...I still
miss him. He's the one brought me on board at Cox as director of R & D."

"Doctor, that's all very interesting, but...what's this shit about changing
boys' DNA, inducing puberty, building hard cocks twelve different ways?"
Doug asked bluntly, having grown tired of the small-talk."

"Now I'M the one disappointed," Dr. Duncan sighed, slumping back in his
chair. "I'd hoped you would approach this with an open mind, anxious to
learn of the amazing scientific discoveries we're making here at Cox Pharm
virtually every hour of the day."

"Not where my two precious little boys are concerned, I'm not the least bit
open-minded," Doug rejoined the doctor's bland PR."

"Of course, I'm sorry," Dr. Duncan appologized. "You're a loving
father...you're sexually involved with the boys too, right?"

"You have an efficient grapevine...you have live video too?" Doug shot back
snidely.

Dr. Duncan was silent for a long moment. "No," he finally added simply. "I
understand your boys...you're daughter too...are very...beautiful...very
sexually attractive young people; I didn't mean what I said to sound
judgmental. I, too, have developed a certain taste for young boys. It'd be
hard living and working around a place like this and NOT
becoming...attracted..."

"You married, have children of your own?" Derek questioned the man, his
reporter tendencies coming to the fore.

"If you're asking if I'm gay, the answer is yes.  Dr. Stevens was MORE than
just my mentor..." Dr. Duncan added. "...MUCH...more."

"So you have no idea the kind of...TORTURE...this...proposal...this offer
of yours is putting me through," Doug erupted, just short of anger.

"I suppose not," Dr. Duncan admitted, "though you're the FIFTH parent I've
had to come to terms with in order to put together the boys for...'Project
PBT', so don't think I'm not familiar with your...reservations regarding
all this."

"PBT?" Derek questioned.

Mike laughed.  "It's kind of an inside joke.  Stands for 'Pooh Bear Tea'."

"I beg your pardon?" Doug cocked his head slightly.

"Pooh Bear Tea...Puberty," Dr. Duncan explained. "The Neanderthals
downstairs in the cave have a weird sense of humor."

"Okay, so what is this Project PBT?" Doug demanded, "And don't give me no
PR bullshit about cutting edge genetic research or a bunch of scientific
mumbo-jumbo either. I'm no rocket scientist. Come on, spill the beans in
plain English."

Dr. Duncan's face grew firm as silence ensued. "No."

The silence did some more ensuing. After several long moments, Doug
suddenly got up to leave.

"Sit back down, Mr. Bristol," Dr. Duncan ordered, his voice firm but calm.

Derek was startled but said nothing. Here was a man not accustomed to
spilling anything, especially beans; also a man not easily intimidated.

Doug hesitated, then complied.

"Mr. Bristol, I won't bullshit you, we DO need your boys." Dr. Duncan began
again. "But I'm also not going to kiss your fuckin' ASS to get them."

Doug's head snapped up in surpise, but he restrained the urge to verbally
snap back.

"I don't have to tell you how rare it is to find a set of pre-pubic,
mono-zygotic twin boys who also happen to be sexually active." Dr. Duncan
continued evenly. "Project PBT has been held up for almost a year as we
searched for the five sets of male test subjects the right age and...family
disposition, shall we say. We've combed the world over for these boys. Your
pair, for instance, would be the only boys from the U.S. The others are
from the U.K., Australia, Italy, and...I'm sorry, I can't recall the other
country, but suffice to say, the search has been lengthy and quite
difficult."

"Brazil," Dr. Howard filled in the missing nation.

"Thanks." Duncan continued, "As for more details on the nature of our
research, on what type of tests would be conducted, Mr. Bristol, you
already KNOW more about this project than any of the other parents and FAR
more than ANYONE not associated with Cox Pharm. This project is SO secret
one of our scientists was KIDNAPPED by...one of our competitors. He's okay
now...he was released. He's on administrative leave at the moment. Word has
it they threatened to KILL him."

Once more silence descended like a heavy cloak over the three men.

"Still want to know more about PBT?" Dr. Duncan asked.

Doug shook his head slowly, eyes downcast.

"Let me assure you, your boys would be in no such danger," Dr. Duncan
continued slowly. "Ecstasy Island is the perfect place for such
tests...pleasant, warm, loving, and secure. I understand Jim Loin has made
you a very generous offer, far more than any of the other families
involved. Best of all, you'll be here to watch over your boys. And let me
promise you, if you see any ill effects damaging to your sons in any way,
you'll have the option of calling a halt at a moment's notice. EcstasyInc
would of course, expect some financial adjustments..."

"What KIND of adjustments," Doug asked quietly.

Dr. Duncan shrugged. "You're a businessman, Mr. Bristol...in real estate I
believe, right? I'm sure you'd know more about such things than I. In any
case, I doubt you'd find any cause for concern. The tests will be ongoing
for a period of five years with our retaining an option to extend them for
an additional five years, depending on the results and the progress we
encounter. Likewise, Cox would reserve the right to terminate the tests for
any reason, personal, social, medical, or scientific."

"I can call a halt at any time?" Doug repeated.

"Yes," Dr. Duncan declared firmly. "However, let me assure you, there is
absolutely no danger insofar as your boys or any of the test subjects are
concerned. Doug, we're not a bunch of mad scientists here conjuring up
spells and potions. For example, we've been testing Duralon for more than
twelve years now and not one test subject has died or suffered any lasting
ill-efects. Am I correct, Dr. Howard?"

"Right," Dr. Howard nodded.

"Unless you count hemmorhoids," Derek cracked, hoping to relieve the
tension.

"A side effect resulting from NOT following instructions," Dr. Howard
asserted firmly. "In any case, Dustin is a USER, not a test subject. As I
said, we try to monitor its use, but we can't CONTROL it like we would in
the case of PBT. Also, none of these tests involve Duralon."

"Say no more, Dr. Howard," Duncan ordered as he stood, abruptly calling a
halt. He briskly extending his hand. "You have the rest of this week to
decide, Mr. Bristol."