Date: Sun, 28 Oct 2012 08:08:15 -0400
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ecstasy Renewed Chapter 31

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 31


Darin Romeo lay sprawled out spread-eagle on his son's huge, round
bed. Unlike that morning, he was well aware of the identity of his sexual
pleasure partner. Kevin was returning the favor. It was the fourth time
they'd had sex that day, yet Darin was barely aware of his eleven-year-old
son's best efforts to make him cum again. His mind was roaming the hallowed
glass halls of Jim Loin's sparkling hilltop mansion trying to sort out the
dozens of pros and cons as to why he should or shouldn't sign on as head
honcho of this hellish paradise he'd once so readily fled .

"How'mi doin?" Kevin gazed up at him from where he was lying out between
Darin's legs. Darin's soaring hard cock was just inches from his lips, spit
and pre-cum bridged the gab.

"Great...up near the head...always concentrate on the head," Darin found
himself instructing a boy who'd been sucking cocks since he was five or
six.

"Right," Kevin mocked, "like I never sucked a cock before."

"If at first you don't succeed, keep on suckin' till you DO suck seed,"
Darin smiled down at the beautiful, little boy trying to give him yet
another spurting hot moment of sexual pleasure.

"Mind if we interrupt?" Derek asked as he and Ronon literally barged in on
what was perhaps the most intimate act imaginable between a father and his
son.

"It's a little late to ask, don't you think?" Darin looked up at the two.
Down below, Kevin just kept sucking, ignoring the intrusion of his husband
and Derek.

"Well, we thought about waiting, but it's getting kind of hard to catch you
two between blowjobs," Ronon joked, observing the excellent effort his
husband was displaying as he fervidly bobbed up and down on Darin's
powerful pleasure prong.

"What is it?" Darin sighed impatiently, hoping to once more retreat into
his own private hell of indecision.

"What is it? Like you didn't KNOW?" Derek almost laughed as he sat down on
the edge of the bed next to the two.

"You're looking at the new Director of Public Relations for EcstasyInc,"
Ronon proudly proclaimed.

Darin looked up for a moment, then shook his head and said nothing, his
attention now drawn to the pleasurable sexual sensations Kevin was giving
his cock.

"What's all this about? I came as soon as Buddy said you wanted to see me,"
Doug Bristol breathlessly joined them. "What? We having an orgy or
something?"

"Well...SOME of us, anyway," Derek observe. "SOME of us have been having an
orgy all fuckin' day long."

"Go away, all of you, you're ruining my blowjob," Darin waved them off
half-heartedly, knowing his words would fall on deaf ears.

"Kevin, forgodsakes, do you mind," Ronon implored, "we're trying to have an
intelligent conversation here about something important and
you're...you're..."

"Leave the boy alone, it feels good," Darin came to his son's defense.

"I'm sure it does but..." Ronon sighed, helplessly rolling his eyes upward.

"I promised our good friend and bastard Jim Loin I'd bring you to him
giftwrapped...or maybe hog tied tomorrow morning ready to take this place
by the scruff of the neck and shake things up," Derek revealed, laying his
cards on the table.

"That's not like you, Derek, to make such rash promises," Darin told him
without so much as looking up. "Up near the head, Kevin, near the head..."

"Darin...do it...for ME," Ronon pleaded with his father-in-law "...and for
Kevin.  We need you...Ecstasy Island NEEDS you. Otherwise I'll be saddled
with that burly, bald fucker till...till I'm burly and bald myself.

"What if I told you I would come along for the ride as well?" Doug Bristol
interjected. He phrased it hypothetically but the implication was enough to
startle the others.

"EcstasyInc wants Doug as Director of Marketing and Sales," Derek told
Darin, in case he didn't already know.

"You mean Jim Loin wants another...gopher..." Darin sneered.  "Speaking of
gophers, how's Dustin, I hear you had him at death's door last night,"
Darin snidely exaggerated.

"He won't be involved in much anal ecstasy for a while but he'll recover,"
Derek reported.

"And you want me to be a part of shit like THAT?" Darin asked in disbelief.

"Up near the head, Kevin, up near the head," Ronon urged his husband
critically, watching him suck his father's cock.

Kevin merely rolled his eyes and soldiered on. With all the spectators and
all the distraction, not to mention the unwanted and unneeded technical
advice, he was beginning to decide he could make a career of just sucking
his father's cock alone.

"You can either be a part of it or spend the next few years worrying about
NOT being a part of it," Derek laid out the only two options. "I know you,
man, you'd rather piss and moan that get involved."

"Part of the problem or part of the solution, right?" Darin stared up at
them. "Well, quite frankly, I don't see a problem, and I have no solution
in any case."

"Darin you're a father now," Derek continued. "This beautiful little boy
sucking your cock right now needs you...HERE...not...not out THERE
somewhere floating around in Zac Efron's multi-million dollar toy boat."

"Looks like he's doin' just fine. Feels like someone's been teaching him
well. He's into something he loves...something he was...quite lterally BORN
to. I can't see as how he particularly needs me except maybe to practice
his cocksucking skills...up near the head, boy, up near the head."

"That's it? You're satisfied that he's set to become nothing more than a
rich little cocksuckin' PLAYBOY?" Derek asked, dragging forward the heavy
artillary of his argument.

"Like father like son," Darin grinned up at them. "I may not have the Cox
BILLIONS but I've got a few million stashed away. I don't need this...the
headaches, the high drama, a whole fuckin' corporation looking over my
shoulder, judging my every move. Derek, I've tangled with Cox before and
it's not much fun. It's not something I wanna do for a living. Unlike YOU,
I don't want or need the money."

"You think I'm doin' this for the MONEY?" Derek asked, just short of
ourtraged. "I'm getting a quarter million a year, but at that rate..."

"A quarter million!" Doug gasped insurprise.  "He only offered ME..."

"Less than half that, yes, I know," Ronon interjected. "It was ME who made
the offer. If we can get Darin on board, we'll get you more."

"Darin, will you just THINK...preferrably with your BIG head, for once?"
Derek said, growing impatient as he started to realize perhaps he'd chewed
off more than he could bite in promising Jim Loin the gift of Darin
Romeo. "Kevin is your son...your only son...the only son you're ever likely
to...enjoy..." Derek paused, eyeing incredulously the fact that despite
their best efforts Darin was more involved in enjoying his son's sexual
proclivities than in the boy's future. "You could be here, in control,
watching your son grow up, guiding him, watching over him like a real
FATHER!"

"Seems to me I'm doing that now," Darin observe, a half-smile creeping
across his lips as his cock responded more and more to Kevin's seductive
sucking. "And as for being here, watching him grow up...I can do that
without the pain and agony of having this...this little boy WHOREHOUSE on
my fuckin' conscience. I might even buy my own little villa. Doug here
would like to make a quick sale, wouldn't you Doug?"

Doug remained silent, afraid to say anything that might interfere with
Derek's pleas.

"I know you're not fond of Cox International," Derek continued. "Neither am
I, but I care about Ronon...I care about Kevin too...apparently more than
YOU do."

"DON'T YOU FUCKIN' SUGGEST FOR A FUCKIN' HALF SECOND I DON'T CARE ABOUT MY
FUCKIN' SON!" Darin suddenly sat up in bed, jerking his cock from Kevin's
lips, swinging his legs over the side of the bed, beligerantly coming face
to face, eye to eye, cock to cock with Derek Chandler.

For a second Ronon thought Darin was about to deck his tormentor.

"DAD, LAY OFF!" Kevin suddenly jumped from the bed, physically coming
between the two men, his face wet with saliva and his father's
pre-cum. "DEREK IS RIGHT. LISTEN TO HIM. GROW UP! You're not now, nor will
you EVER be the 'playboy of the western world,' you fuckin' THINK you are."

Darin was so startled by his son's unexpected outburst he simply collapsed
back down onto the bed.

Even Derek was stunned by the boy's insight into his father's
character...or lack of it.

"Easy, Kevin, he IS your father, you know," Ronon gently put his arm around
his angry spouse.

"Or at least he PRETENDS to be," Kevin added insult to injury.

"Is that what you think I am, your...PRETEND father?" Darin angrily
addressed his son, a note of profound sadness in his voice.

"YES!" Kevin replied in a single, shouted word. "Dammit, I lost ONE
father...or rather, he lost ME! If you think I ain't gonna FIGHT to keep it
from happening again then you're..." he paused to collect himself, "then
you're not the man I thought you were."

Darin was silent, the fight suddenly evaporating within him.  He suddenly
pulled Kevin into his arms and kissed him passionately; but it was a
fatherly passion, and despite their nakedness and mutual sexual arousal,
the passion was emotional rather than erotic.

Ronon was starting to smile.

Darin took a long deep breath. "Draw up the papers," he told
Derek. "Whatever you think we can get away with...be creative."

"That day you came here...bound and gagged, the day you swam to freedom,
did you ever think you'd one day...OWN this place?" Derek asked softly, the
irony welling up inside him.

"It wasn't quite that dramatic but...and I don't...or WON'T be owning
anything," Darin pondered Derek's words. He laid back on the bed once more,
pulling Kevin atop him. "But...No, I guess not."

"I'm going to ask for...no...DEMAND half a million," Derek announced as he
watched Kevin once more return to his father's cock.

"Old man Loin is gonna shit a fuckin' BRICK..." Ronon laughed gleefully.

"More likely a dry orgasm," Doug suggested.

"Up near the head, Kevin, suck it up near the head," Darin intoned.


"WHAT THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU'RE DOIN'?" Darin cried in dismay as he, Doug,
Ronon, Kevin, and Derek rode the elevator together up to what they had
started calling "the white castle."

"I promised you to him giftwrapped...I though a cute little bow tied around
your dick might be appropriate," Derek said as he stood back, admiring his
handiwork.

"So long as the fucker doesn't try and UNWRAP me," Darin groused. "Or I
swear, I'll put him on the ground...or UNDER it."

Ronon and Kevin both giggled at the man's bravado, secretly hoping he
WOULD.

"Alright everyone, stop the fuckin' SMILING, we go into this on the
offensive, take no prisoners," Derek tried to set the mood.

"Seems to me like we're BECOMING prisoners," Darin complained. He'd signed
off on the deal but, unlike Derek, he made no pretense about being HAPPY
having done so.

The snowy, showy living room was deserted. "Fuck...I suppose the
cocksucker's back there jackin' off again," Ronon sighed as he led the
search for the now solitary billionaire. "They must have kept the boys at
the infirmary last night."

"Are hemorrhoids contagious?" Kevin inquired.

"Around HERE they are," Ronon joked, though, in fact, there was more than a
little TRUTH to what he said.

"DOWN HERE, IN THE SPA...COME ON DOWN," They heard Jim Loin call from the
floor below. Ronon led them down the broad set of sparkling white floating
stairs to the courtyard patio. To the left was a large, pristine, but
deserted pool; to their right was the oversized spa.  "Come on in the
water's fine," Jim Loin joked tritely.

Everyone looked uncertainly at Derek to follow his lead. Parking a
briefcase with their employment contracts next to the spa within arms
reach, Derek, then the others, one by one settled nakedly into the
water. No one settled in next to Mr. Loin.

"Ronon, Kevin, over here, next to me...I won't bite, you know," the
fiftyish tycoon invited. "If I DO, I won't hang on very long," he laughed.
No one else did. His laughter slowly faded into embarrassment as he watched
his attempt to lighten the mood fail miserably.

Reluctantly, almost like frightened virgin boys, first Ronon, then Kevin,
obliged as Darin steamed inwardly, seeing his young son literally in the
arms of the leacherous baboon.

"Whoes idea was the...bow?" Jim Loin again forced a smile.

"Rest assured it WASN'T mine," Darin quickly gave him to know.

"We decided he didn't look good in tissue paper," Derek smirked at Darin's
expense.

"Speaking of paper, let's see what you cocksuckin' bastards came up with,"
Jim sighed. "I hope it's waterproof."

"Maybe not the paper, but I assure you the INK won't run," Derek insisted
as he twisted around and snapped open the briefcase, then withdrew one of
FIVE copies of Darin's contract, which was far more his own than Darin's."
He handed one copy to Jim Loin. It was three pages long.

"FUCK, this is longer than the Constitution! the company president cried in
dismay as he awkwardly tried not to get the papers wet. "I can't sign
this...not without having the legal eagles go over it."

"Come on, we're OUTTA here," Darin suddenly started climbing up out of the
sunken spa. "Despite all of Derek's hard work into the wee hours of the
morning, he was searching desperately for an exit.

"Stubborn bastard, ain't he?" Jim Loin noted without looking up from the
lengthy document Derek had concocted. "I like that in my managers."

"We have him on a short leash," Derek assured the man.

"Mr. Chandler, where the fuck did you go to LAW school?" Jim asked as he
stopped reading and eyed his new director of public relations critically.

"No law...I did take a course in creative writing once though," Derek
quipped.

"This is BRILLIANT," Jim Loin proclaimed. "It's also a huge load of
bullshit, but it's BRILLIANT bullshit. A HALF A FUCKIN' MILLION!!" The man
suddenly cried aloud.

"I take it or I leave, take your pick," Darin towered over them imperiously
from the edge of the spa.

"That's TWICE what I'm paying Derek...and it would appear HE'S doing all
the head work around here." Jim Loin complained.

"I give pretty good head," Kevin joked. "Want me to demonstrate?"

"Kevin!" Even Ronon realized his husband's comment was way out of line.

"Boys...hush...both of you," Derek told them tensely, trying to decide
whether he might have overplayed his hand.

"Give me a pen," Jim Loin requested.

Derek obliged smiling, producing one from the briefcase, thinking the man
was going to sign off on the agreement. To his alarm and dismay, however,
Jim Loin started marking out several lines, even whole paragraphs.

"No fuckin' way am I gonna give ANY Cox employee the right to sue the
company for ancillary damages," Jim shook his head firmly, wielding his
veto pen with another giant "X."

Derek smiled. He whispered to Doug next to him, "I'm not even sure what the
fuck ancillary damages ARE, but it sounded good at the time."

"COMPANY YACHT!?" Another big "X"

Derek looked up at Darin and smiled.

"Ohhhh, guys, be reasonable, you can't be serious," Jim moaned. "Even I
don't have a stock option as generous as this..."

"One more 'X' and that's IT," Darin warned the overbearing CEO.

Glowering, Jim Loin thrust the papers back into Derek's face. "Get your
computer out...FIX it...I'll look at it again.

Derek gamely climbed from the spa, drying only his hands as he extracted
his laptop from the bulging briefcase. Sitting at a nearby patio table he
began typing and mousing with a speed and precision that had both Ronon and
Kevin gaping in drop-jawed amazement. He popped a thumb drive into the USB
port, saved the edited document, then tossed the tiny memory device to
Ronon. "Here, sport, run upstairs to the computer and print this out...five
copies, collated and stapled."

"What's collated mean?" Ronon asked.

"I'll help him," Kevin volunteered as both boys scampered nakedly up the
stairs to the computer terminal.

"The blind leading the blind," Darin shook his head in amusement.

Blind or not, five minutes later both boys were back with the obligatory
paperwork. Ronon handed the naked man in the spa a copy. He read it in
silence then laid it aside. "You think you're up to this? he addressed
Darin.

"Probably," Darin told him honestly.

"Not what I was expecting...but truthful...honest..." Jim Loin observed as
he too finally climbed up out of his aquaeous environment, "I think I can
trust you...to me, that's far more important than whether I fuckin' LIKE
you...which, while we're being honest...I don't."

"Thanks, I'm not overly fond of YOU, either," Darin confided, the two men
facing one another in something less than a love fest.

"Now, if you'll find me a pen and a DRY copy of this piece of shit, we'll
be...joined at the hip...figuratively speaking, of course." Jim Loin
scrawled his name, five times, even on the slightly damp version, which he
proudly presented to the future leader of Cox International, the impudent
little blond fucker he so detested.

"Looks like we're in business," Derek beamed as he folded his laptop back
into the briefcase and collected all the paperwork.

"Ronon, you know the ins and outs of this place, I'll leave it to you to
get Darin situated in his new office...and his new home...show him the
ropes...oh, and Mr. Bristol here, too," Jim Loin ordered. "I'm out of here,
first light of dawn. I want you boys to hit the ground SPRINTING by Monday
morning."

"I think we can manage that," Derek told the man confidently.

"Right...spoken like a true PR man," Jim Loin sneered. "YOU, I like. Now
get the fuck out of here, all of you... while I find me glass of cognac and
a naked boy to lick my wounds.

"I think Dustin's available," Ronon smiled, "just keep your dick to
yourself, he's not quite as...  fuckable as he once was."