Date: Thu, 25 Oct 2012 00:54:52 -0400
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ecstasy Renewed Chapter 30

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 30


In leaving Cox Pharm Derek and Doug suddenly came to the realization they
had no ride back.

"Walk, I guess," Derek replied to Doug's obvious question.

"And I forgot my walking shoes," Doug sighed.

"Looks like it'd be closer to SWIM," Derek suggested, casting his gaze
toward the lagoon.

"And easier on the feet," Doug agreed. "But I also forgot my trunks."

"We could skinny dip?"

"Is that allowed?" Doug joked.

"Let's risk it," Derek laughed, breaking into a run down over the sandy
shore toward the water.

"It's a long fuckin' way AROUND the island," Doug continued to complain.

"We'll try to hitch a ride on a dolphin," Derek cried as he scampered
nakedly into the crystaline waters of the lagoon, then plunged headlong
into a long, smooth stroke.

"I just remembered, I can't swim," Doug informed his fishlike friend.

"Then WADE, it's only about four feet at low tide like this," Derek called
back over his shoulder as he watched Doug make a feeble effort to keep
up. "I suppose you forgot your 'floaties' too!" he yelled over his shoulder
as he slackened his pace slightly for Doug's benefit.

Almost an hour later, both men came to the realization they could have
walked it quicker...and easier. Doug had been right.  It WAS a long way
around the lagoon's central island to the Bristol guest accomodations on
the far side. "Next time the KID walks, not me," Doug swore as he and Derek
staggered tiredly from the water toward the open-air, two-bedroom, pavilion
Doug and his brood called home for the week.

"Actually, I kind of enjoyed that," Derek declared as he jumped feet first
into the pool surrounding the sleekly modern glass, stone, and steel
edifice. It was a welcome chance to rinse the salt from his naked body.

"We swim all this way only to have to swim some more to get to the house,"
Doug complained again, though following Derek's lead. "It's warmer than the
lagoon," he noted.

"Pretty quiet, wonder where the KIDS are?" Derek looked about for a clue.

"Still fuckin' around next door, if I know my daughter...the boys too,
probably," Doug guessed as he made for the inner side of the pool and the
peninsular center upon which the building was built.  "Bunny's probably
taken up permanent residence on the business end of Bieber's fuckin' DICK."

"Well, in any case, looks like we have a visitor," Derek noted as he heaved
his lightly muscled naked body from the water onto the patio beneath the
pavilion.

"You must be a pretty important man, half the island staff is looking for
you," the twelve or thirteen-year old boy greeted them.

"RONON, what the fuck YOU doin' here?" Derek laughed in surpise.

"There's a bounty out for your hide, you know..." Ronon warmly hugged him.

"We decided to go for a swim," Derek told him needlessly.  He looked for a
towel, then spotted a body dryer next to the outside shower.

"They tried to catch you before you left Cox Pharm but..."

"I forget, we've met before but..." Doug climbed from the pool and extended
his hand in greeting the very attractive teen.

"Ronon...Ronon Parker, Dean of Boys," the Ronon reminded him, taking the
proffered hand, then pulling Doug into a warm, Ecstasy Island
embrace. "Enjoy your swim, Mr. Bristol?"

"Not particularly," Doug sighed in dispair, "you know, kid, the taxi
service around this place really sucks."

"Yes, well, I'll be sure to speak to the manager about that," Ronon
promised as Doug collapsed tiredly into one of the patio loungers.

"Where's the kids...the twins...Bunny?  You have any idea?" Derek
questioned.

"I may be the dean of boys, but not THOSE boys...they're quite a pair,
impossible to keep up with," Ronon groaned tiredly as he too sprawled out
nakedly in one of the other loungers. "I think they're with the other
twins...next door, last I knew.  Who knows, maybe they went for a swim
too."

"Not when there's sex available," Doug sighed.  He knew his horny offspring
well. "And my daughter?" He questioned the boy.

"Heading toward the cinema, a boy on each arm," Ronon told him with more
certainty than his info on the twins.

"The cinema? This place has a movie theater?" Doug reacted in surprise.

"You remember Bungalow Park, over there on the ridge," Ronon pointed in the
general direction. "Well, underneath that...three elevators lead down to
this underground...god, what would you call it?  Complex, I guess you'd
say...a three story theater with four giant screen TVs...really big
fuckers, must be forty or fifty feet wide and about two and a half stories
tall, one on each wall, with four huge, eight-boy beds in the center. Up to
thirty two guys can lay in bed and fuck and suck and look up and watch
boy-porn 24-7," Ronon proudly proclaimed.

"What, no popcorn?" Derek laughed.

"They have hot buttered Duralon instead," Ronon joked.

"Really," Doug commented suddenly growing serious.

"It's really wild, most of the time the beds are all full, too...cum
city..." Ronon proclaimed, somewhat surprise that his hot, buttered Duralon
joke had fallen flat as silence fell over them.

"We had to take Dustin Dillon to the the infirmary last night," Derek
explained.

"I heard," Ronon acknowledge seriously.  "Hemorrhoids, they said."

"There was a little more to it than that," Doug shook his head sadly.

"Dustin's been hitting the D-3s pretty hard," Derek explained.

"Damn..." Ronon swore, now realizing why hot buttered Duralon hadn't been
at all funny.

"Mike Howard...you know him, right?" Derek went on.

"Dr. Mike, of course..."

"He ordered the whole group...your CEO's whole staff in for examination and
probably some detox treatment unless I miss my guess."

"One of the dirty little secrets of this place," Ronon acknowledge. "I
suspected as much when I was over there with Darin this morning."

"Dr. Howard thinks Jim Loin has been handing them out like candy," Doug
added.

"Worse...he DOESN'T hand them out...the boys have free access," Ronon
worried, his voice becoming hard with dispair. "I confiscated three full
bottles over there last week...apparently didn't make a dent in their
supply. FUCKIN' BASTARD!"

"I thought you had nothing but admiration for your boss," Derek noted.

"When my boys end up in the infirmary, even with nothing more than
hemorrhoids, my admiration sorta wanes," the pain in Ronon's voice growing
more intense. "Jim Loin doesn't care about his boys. He hardly TOUCHES
them. They're the most beautiful boys on the island, cream of the crop, but
he treats them like...like gophers...go fer this, go fer that..."

"We know what gofers are," Derek informed him.

"I'll be soo fuckin' glad when he's gone!" Ronon cried in anger.

"He's leaving?" Derek reacted in surprise.

"Yes, hopefully soon, maybe just a few more...OHHHH FUCCCCKKK, I forgot
what I came over here for." Ronon suddenly jumped to his feet. "The
hard-hearted bastard wants to see you, soon as you can get over there. Come
on, I got a cart parked out front."

"Really, what for?" Derek asked.

Ronon gaped incredulously. "What for? You'd rather swim over? Actually,
it'd probably be quicker and closer but..."

"Not, the cart, I mean, what would your...'hard-hearted bastard' wanna see
ME for?" Derek repeated his surprise. "I haven't even submitted my
blog...or anything to the Blade yet."

"Well, I have an idea, but, I think I better let HIM tell you," Ronon
resisted the urge to clue Derek in.

"You guys go along, I'm bushed...think I'll call for a naked boy, shoot
some cum, and take a nap," Doug told them.

"I wonder if Dustin got all his friends over to see Dr. Mike," Derek
pondered as they sped off around the island loop toward the causeway to the
outer ring.

"He damned well better," Ronon snapped. "And boss or no boss, I've half a
mind to give our Mr. Loin a piece of mine.

"Dr. Mike gave me the impression hemorroids are pretty common among the
boys here," Derek noted.

"They're a symptom...some of these boys...when you get your ass fucked ten
times a day and refuse to say 'no' to oversized cocks...shit...PAINFUL
shits happen," Ronon confirmed.

"Do I hear the voice of experience talking?" Derek inquired.

"None of your fuckin' business," Ronon replied sharply.

Derek asked no further questions.  Ronon was obviously not in the mood.
Finally, as they pulled up in front of the wildly modern style villa, Derek
could resist no longer.  "What's this guy...this Jim Loin...what's this guy
like?"

"Don't cross him," Ronon replied tersely.

"I hadn't planned to," Derek shrugged in dismay.

"I'm sorry, Derek," Ronon appologized.  "I'm what you might call an
'unhappy camper' at the moment."

"I rather gathered that," Derek almost laughed, then thought better of
it. Despite the fact the kid was only thirteen years old, he had a lot
riding on his slender shoulders. Derek knew from past experience in
handling the boy, Ronon was ALSO not one to be crossed. He wanted and
needed Ronon on his side as he encountered one of the richest, most
powerful corporate titans in the world.

Ronon, for his part, had the feeling of deja-vu, having been through just
such a meeting with Darin in tow earlier that day. This time, however, he
would have to struggle to hold his tongue and pretend nothing had
changed. He pressed the elevator buzzer and was startled when the door
instantly opened. There was no beautiful, naked young teen to welcome them.
"Looks like Dustin succeeded in hijacking the staff," he noted in answer to
Derek's earlier question.

Silently they rode up to the main level. The mostly white living room was
deserted. Ronon motioned for Derek to follow him. They passed through a set
of glass folding doors to the balcony overlooking the courtyard.  Ronon
peered over the glass railing then looked about at the bedrooms opening
from the rectangular balcony loop.

"Over there," Derek pointed.

Ronon led Derek into the dining room with its large, glass-topped table
seating thirteen to where the tall, powerfully muscular man sat at a
computer boasting three separate monitors.

"Oh...Ronon...I didn't hear you come in," the man looked up. He was
watching a porn video and from the dampness of his eight-inch man-cock,
rather enjoying the show.

"Mr. Loin, I found Derek. He was floating face down in the lagoon," Ronon
joked, hoping to keep the conversation light and thus avoid a
confrontation.

"Mr. Loin..." Derek extended his hand.  The Cox CEO started to reflexively
reach for it, then noticeing the slimey coating on his fingers and palm,
instead wiped it on his thigh in embarrassment.

"Mr. Chandler..."

"Derek..." Derek requested.

"Derek..." the man sat back down at the computer, leaving Ronon and Derek
standing. "I won't bore you with platitudes, Mr. Chandler, about how much I
enjoy reading your words, or how much I admire your...your way with them."

"That's okay, go ahead, bore me a little," Derek tried to joke. Neither
Ronon nor Jim Loin laughed.

"How'd you like to come to work for me?"

"I beg your pardon?"  Derek eyed the man in surprise. "I'm a little old to
join your...harem, I think." The words were no more out of his mouth than
Derek knew he was on thin ice. Ronon cast him a sharp, wary glance.

"If I still HAD one," Jim Loin looked up from the screen and glowered at
Ronon. "I'm sorry...  you're right...forgive me...this has been a...rough
day."

"I'm not exactly in the market for a new position," Derek decided to play
it straight with the man.

"Listen to me," Jim Loin abruptly swung the swivel seat around to face
them. "Derek I want you to be our new director of public relations."

Ronon looked up at Derek, trying to guage his response. Derek looked down
at Ronon, silently asking, "why the fuck didn't you tell me this was coming
down the pike?"

"The job pays two-hundred thousand a year plus housing here on the island,
a...staff..." He paused, staring a hole through Ronon, waiting for some
comment.  There was none. "Three, four, five, up to seven boys...whatever
you think you need...your own chopper...a pilot, a driver, chef, valet,
butler, whatever you wanna call your boys, plus stock options in
EcstasyInc..."

"Cox International," Derek interrupted.

"I beg your pardon?  You haven't even heard all my offer or accepted the
position and already you're bargaining?" Jim Loin looked up in amazement.

"Two-fifty and a house AT LEAST as big as our young friend Mr. Bieber
rates," Derek upped the ante.

"My GOD, Ronon, where the hell did you FIND this fucker?" Jim Loin surveyed
the two of them in dismay.

"He rather...found ME," Ronon replied, smiling up at Derek proudly, amazed
that Derek was in no way intimidated by his bullying boss as Darin had
been.

"When can you start," Jim Loin decided to take it for granted Derek was
coming on board.

"Not so fast.  Mind if I use your computer?" Derek surprised both Mr. Loin
and Ronon by asking.

"Uhh...sure...I...I guess," the Cox CEO stood so Derek could sit down.

"Cute," Derek commented as he admired the naked twelve-year-old boy
lingering on the screen, then banished him with a single keystroke before
pulling up Microsoft Word from the desktop. He began typing.

"Derek, what the fuck are you doing?" Ronon asked, his curiosity getting
the better of him.

"I'm a writer. I put things down in writing," Derek told the boy. "I'm
sorry, Mr. Loin, it's not that I don't TRUST you...(he didn't) it's just
the way I am."

"Not one fuckin' dime more than two-fifty," Jim Loin swore.

"Let me see...six weeks vacation each year, Cadillac health insurance, a
promotion for Ronon..." Derek added to his list of demands.

"No," the Cox ruler suddenly resisted.

"What?" Ronon looked up in surprise at the snag.

"The boy stays where he is. He's good at what he does, he serves a critical
function here on the island, and he's far too young to be of any real use
to you...except perhaps in bed, and, I'm assuming that goes without
saying," Ronon's boss declared his limits.

"I'm, okay with that," Ronon sought to assure Derek didn't insist.

Derek deleted a line from his computer screen. "Personal assistant to be
chosen later--salary, $100,000."

"We can live with that," Jim Loin peered over Derek's shoulder as he
typed. "What next, chocolates on your pillow at night, champagne for
breakfast every morning?"

"Nope...this should suffice," Derek said briskly, clicking on the "print"
icon. A moment later the nearby printer spit out three copies of his
memorandum. "Now, Mr. Loin, if you'll just sign here, Ronon, you signed
beneath that as a witness..."

The man read the three full paragraphs. "Five years, no revocation, no
renewal..." he cried in outrage. "Talk about your golden...no...PLATINUM
parachute."

"Look, Mr. Loin...Jim...mind if I call you Jim? The way I figure it, you
need ME a hell of a lot more than I need...this fuckin' place," Derek
looked about, not waiting for the man to respond. "You sign that and I
guarantee you, the first thing I'll do is bring Darin Romeo along as my
boss."

"How'd you know we were...negotiating...that we want Darin?" Jim Loin gaped
in surprise.

"I didn't, until now," Derek smiled knowingly "I made a wild-assed
guess. Don't look at Ronon, he didn't tell me a thing, other than that
Darin had been here this morning and he or Kevin one mentioned the other
night that you were shaking up the staff. The rest I figured out
myself. Mr. Loin, I may be only 23 years old, but you're hiring an old
school newspaper reporter who can put two and two together without a
calculator. It's my JOB to see through people, and you, sir, are as
transparent as your bedroom walls."

Jim Loin stared at Derek in silence for an uncomfortable amount of time,
then picked up a pen and, without finishing to read Derek's words, signed
the paper, then handed it to Ronon who added his boyish scrawl. He was not
used to being talked to by a man with Derek's "way with words," but found
himself impressed in spite of himself.

"Now, the other two copies," Derek directed. The three of them passed the
single pen amongst them. Each kept a copy. "I understand you'll be leaving
us soon," Derek commented, failing to mask a certain degree of glee from
his voice.

"Soon as you deliver me a new managing director," Jim assured him. "Quite
frankly, I can't wait."

"Fine," Derek agreed. "I'll have your man here first thing tomorrow morning
with his own papers for you to sign." Derek assured him brusquely. "Now, if
you'll excuse us, Ronon and I have some conjoling to do."

In peering over his shoulder as they left, Ronon almost laughed. Mr. Loin
was staring after them in open-mouthed awe. "You sure you can fuckin' pull
this off?" he asked as they rode back down in the elevator.

"The word is WE...WE can pull this off," Derek corrected, "and no, I'm not
the least bit sure, but I'm counting on you...you and your...husband...to
really lay it on him...hot, hard, and heavy, you got that?"