Date: Sat, 3 Nov 2012 01:08:03 -0400
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ecstasy Renewed Chapter 33

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 33


Doug's question brought the twins' sexual reverie to a sudden, untimely
halt.

"WHAT?" Buddy cried, then started laughing.

"Whadya MEAN, permanently?" Bobby's hand slowed, then stopped what it had
been doing to his brother's slender hard cock.

"You boys like it here?" Doug questioned, sitting down next to them on the
edge of the bed.

"Hell yes, we like it here," Buddy returned. "What the fuck kinda question
is that?"

"I've been offered a job here on Ecstasy Island," Doug broke the news.

"JOB?" Bobby exclaimed.

"What kind of job?" Buddy wanted to know instantly, sitting up in bed to
face his father as Bobby lay between them.

"Director of marketing and sales," Doug told the boys.

"You're kidding?  You're gonna LIVE here?" Bobby cried, excitment building
in his voice.

"They'll build us a house, similar to...to Justin's over there," he nodded
toward Justin Bieber's overblown mansion. "You'll go to school on
line...and...well, you'll also be involved in some tests."

"I hate tests," Bobby declared flaty, "I always screw up and misspell stuff
and write down the wrong stuff."

Doug smiled. "Not THAT kind of tests, Bobby."

"What kind of tests?" Buddy asked.

"Scientific tests...over at that big building on the other side of the
lagoon, maybe you saw it when we came in on the boat," Doug explained.

"Cox Pharm?" Bobby asked.

"Yes," Doug told him, somewhat surprised the boy knew about the place. "Cox
Pharm, they're developiing some new...drugs...I'm not sure just what kind
of drugs, but they need twins like you boys who...haven't started shooting
their cum yet to test the drugs on."

"We gotta get shots?" Buddy wanted to know anxiously.

"I...I didn't ask...I really don't know...pills, shots...one of you will be
the test subject, the other will be the control subject," Doug explained in
more detail.

"I wanna be the CONTROL subject," Buddy quickly declared. "What's a control
subject? I hate shots."

Doug forced a smile. "I imagine, whatever the means of...testing...you'd
both be treated exactly the same. It's called a blind test...maybe even
THEY wouldn't know which one of you was getting the experimental drug and
which one was getting the placebo.

"What's a placebo?" Bobby quickly asked.

"A pill...or whatever, exactly like the test drug but without the active
ingredient," Doug explained as best he could. "That way they can observe
you both and see whether the drug is effective."

"Is it gonna make our cocks grow ten inches, like you said?" Bobby asked
hopefully.

Doug laughed. "I really don't know...I rather doubt...eight inches, maybe,"
Doug repeated what he'd jokingly told the boys earlier when they'd begun
asking questions he wasn't then prepared to answer.

"What difference does it make whether we can shoot cum?" Buddy asked
seriously.

"Well, son, their tests require the boys to be...preadolescence...you know
what that means?"

"No hairs around our cocks, no cum shooting, no voice crackin', no zits, no
hairy armpits, no..."

"Something like that," Doug smiled down at Bobby's discourse. "You'll be
one of five sets of twins taking part in the tests."

"Cool, boys just like us...pre-pubes like Justin calls us?" Buddy asked in
delight.

"I didn't know there were THAT many twins here. I thought us and Buff and
Boff were the only ones," Bobby remarked in surpise.

"Well, I don't imagine they ARE here yet," Doug explained. "The tests won't
begin for a few days...weeks maybe. And, in any case, Buff and Boff are too
old...not exactly...pre-pubes, as you called them."

"As JUSTIN called them," Buddy corrected. "Hey, we gonna get a great big
house just like Justin's?"

"Something like that, maybe not quite as big," Doug told them. "That'll be
up to Darin, I guess."

"Darin?" Buddy frowned. "You mean Kevin's dad?"

"Yes, he's to become the new head honcho here...the managing director in
charge of everything," Doug revealed.

"You'll be workin' for HIM?" Bobby asked in surpise. "He's HOT!"

"Well, no...god, I wish..." Doug shook his head in dismay. "Actually, I'll
be reporting to EcstasyInc, or more likely Cox International in Nassau."

"How much money ya gonna make?" Buddy inquired anxiously, dollar signs
popping up in his eyes like an old fashiioned cash register.

"Well...that's kind of up in the air...Darin is working on
that...but...well...Cox International, that's the company that owns
EcstasyInc...which is the company which owns Ecstasy Island AND Cox
Pharmaceuticals over there..." Doug paused, wondering just how much he
should tell the boys and how much they'd understand in any case. "Cox
International has offered to buy the business...the agency...our
company..."

"How much?" Buddy asked insistantly.

"Plenty," Doug decided at the last moment not to get involved in numbers
with the boys. "A LOT...more than it's worth, let me assure you."

"We gonna be MILLIONAIRES?" Bobby asked gleefully.

Doug smiled. "Does that matter?"

"Well..." Buddy paused, not liking the fact his father was not telling them
everything.

"I mean, if you boys don't wanna do this...if you wanna go back, come
Saturday, if you wanna start school in September and...take tests and
listen to your teachers give boring lessons about photosynthesis and the
War of 1812 and past participles and..."

The twins looked at one another and laughed out loud.

"I take it that means you're on board?" Doug smiled, pleased with himself
in the way he'd handled the whole thing, and with the boys' reaction.

"But...what about all our stuff, our toys and our games and clothes and..."

"CLOTHES?" Buddy laughed.

"I'll arrange for Goodwill to make a pickup," Doug promised.

"What about Kenny?" Bobby asked suddenly.

"Who? Doug asked in surprise. "Who's Kenny?"

"Bunny's boyfriend, the guy who was fuckin' her that day after school when
you caught us all buck naked in her bedroom," Buddy reminded their father.

"Ohhhh...uhhh...welll...THAT Kenny," Doug blinked, having mostly forgotten
about his daughter and the fact he'd also have to explain all the details
again to her, not to mention the fact she might have objections to having
her life disrupted in such a manner, despite the fact she seemed to be
thoroughly enjoying her role there on the island as a rare member of the
female sex.

"Maybe her and Kenny could get married and he could move in with us and
they could fuck each other and make babies and..." Bobby suggested to his
father's visible horror.

"I...err...don't think so, Bobby," Doug forced a smile, then a dismissive
laugh.

"You told Bunny 'bout this?" Buddy cut to the heart of his father's sudden
discomfort.

"I...err...no...uhhh...not yet. The fact is, I've hardly even SEEN Bunny in
days...except for earlier this morning when we were over...over by the pool
and..."

"You went to Phuquers?" Bobby suddenly whooped in glee, reading between his
father's lines.  "They wouldn't even let us NEAR that place the other
night."

"Hmph...thank god for that," Doug huffed. In his mind he pictured his last
seeing Bunny, legs spread, some boy lavishing her with oral sexual
pleasure. He shuddered at the thought of his beautiful young sons involved
in similar debauchery.

"You goin' back on the boat to sell all our stuff?" Bobby wanted to know.

"I'll be going back...not sure just when, probably by helicopter...maybe
for a week or two, get things settled up, close up the house..." Doug
explained, having not actually thought through the horrendous chore moving
his family to Ecstasy would entail; or, indeed, just what he WOULD do when
he went back. Selling the business was only one part of the move, maybe
even one of the simpler parts. Simple or not, it was certainly the part he
dreaded most, having to explain to all his employees his sudden decision
while being unable to explain to them WHY? He doubted any of them had ever
HEARD of EcstasyInc. Rather, he HOPED none of them had. If so, that would
further complicate things. He shuddered to think of what the town would
think of him if they should become aware of the details.

"Helicopter!" Bobby cried in surprise. "You gonna go back in a chopper?"

"I don't know, probably...it's just a few hours by...chopper...as you call
it...instead of a whole day, then another day getting from Nassau to..."
Doug told the boy.

"So we...we can stay here, us and miss cute cunt...all by ourselves
and...and keep on fuckin' and stuff?" Buddy asked in delight.

"Well, I thought I might ask Derek to kind of move in, keep an eye on you
while I was gone," Doug suggested.  "He's going to be working here on the
island too. He's the new P.R. man for EcstasyInc."

"What's P.R.?" Bobby wanted to know.

"Public Relations, dumbass," Buddy gave his brother to know. "He's a
writer...writer's are good at shit like that."

"Fuck you, I ain't no dumbass," Bobby smacked his brother sharply on the
naked thigh. "Just for that, you can jack your OWN cock all day long."

"Boys, boys..." Doug intervened. "Might I suggest that neither ONE of you
go out of your way to shoot your cum between now and...and whenever the
tests start. If either one of you start puberty you could blow this whole
thing."

"You mean we can't...have...have orgasms?" Buddy asked, dejection spreading
across his beautiful, sweet face.

"I...err...no...of course not...I didn't mean that at all," Doug stammered,
once more coming to terms with just how important sexual pleasure had
become in his children's lives. "I just meant...okay, let's put it THIS
way, if either one of you should happen to start ejaculating, let's just
kind of keep it a family secret, okay...and hope it don't happen.  Okay?"

"Okay, but what if...you know, Buff or Boff...you know, sucks us off and
makes us cum...they're gonna know...right?" Buddy reasoned.

"That's okay, they wouldn't tell no one...not if we told'em not to," Bobby
promised.

Doug wasn't so sure but, in any case, there was little he could say or do
beyond that. Whereas before, he'd been HOPING his beautiful young sons
would soon join the ranks of the...he smiled to himself recalling the drink
he'd at at Phuquers that morning. He now found himself hoping his boys
would not soon become "sperminators."


"Well, whadya think?" Kevin spun wildly, arms outflung, reveling in the
spactious new house he and Ronon had just introduced his father to.

"Well, kind of 'over the top' I guess you'd say. It's not exactly what I'd
have chosen, but I suppose it'll do," Darin inspected his new abode, noting
the similarities to the only slightly smaller palace Jim Loin occupied over
on the outer island.

"And did you get a load of the swimming pool down below," Ronon gushed as
he all but dragged Darin down the broad, floating steps to the ground
floor.

Almost reluctantly, Darin followed his son and Ronon out through the
folding glass doors to the pristine patio and pool. "Nice," he pronounced
as he looked over the sleekly modern layout. Down a few steps and off to
the right was an outdoor kitchen featuring a grill, sink, refrigerator and
other modern appliances. Two fountains spouted gracefully from a large oval
at one end of the pool while at the other end another fountain spewed water
out across one end of the patio to a big round spa in the middle of a
grassy lawn. "Very nice," he repeated.

"He doesn't see it?' Kevin laughed.

"See what? Darin asked, then looked back. He started laughing. "Oh my
god..."

Both boys were almost rolling on the pavement. "Who the fuck designed
this...obscenity?"

The pool was shaped like a giant cock. The oval area at one end with the
two fountans constitute the balls. At the opposite end, the pool suddenly
widened to form a "cock head" while the gushing fountain gave the
appearance of a continuous ejaculation into the big puddle that was the
spa.

It's not too obvious...obviously, from down here but you should see it from
the AIR," Ronon laughed.

"I could have it filled in, you know," Darin threatened.

"And you'd have the whole fuckin' island up in arms," Kevin promised. "It's
something of a historic landmark, the first pool built here on the island."

"Your friend...what's his name...the architect...?"

"Mr. Bennet?" Ronon laughed.

"Yes...Mr. Bennet. He seems to have quite a sense of humor," Darin smiled,
as once more he looked back over his new digs.

"Come on, there's lots more to see," Kevin urged as he resumed his guided
tour of the place. "There's two bedrooms downstairs, two upstairs, a spa
over there between them, a three-unit carport big enough for the limo, ya
got a pool table, and a sort of office here on the lower level, he
displayed with lavish gusto. Then leading them back upstairs, he went on,
"two more bedrooms up here," he repeated living room there, double
fireplace, dining room, bar just beyond that, kitchen around the corner
there..."

"The TV room is kinda small but..." Ronon noted, "but the bedrooms are nice
and big, that's what's important."

"Big enough for you two to move in with me," Darin suggested.

"Daaadddd...we're MARRIED, we got our own place," Kevin instantly objected.

"Don't remind me," Darin sighed. "Only here could two horny young boys, one
eleven, one thirteen, live together with only a slighly older, Italian
houseboy to keep them in line."

"We're big boys now, we both got jobs, we're both making good money..."
Kevin went on, voicing his displeasure that his father would even suggest
such an arrangement.

"By the way, where's my...staff?" Darin questioned. "This place is big
enough for a sulton's harem."

"Well, the last guy had five boys...they've all been reassigned, of
course," Darin told him, having been the one doing the reassigning. "We'll
go over to the office next, then next door to the dorm and line'em up, let
you have your pick of the litter."

Darin shook his head, dizzy with the dawning reality of the peculiar
pleasures and responsibilities he faced. "Which one's my bedroom?" He
asked, trying to establish some kind of firm base upon which to build.

Ronon laughed. "ALL of them, I guess."

"Dad, that's kind meaningless, ain't it?" Kevin sought to bring his father
around to what some of them called, "ecstasy-think." "I mean...they're all
alike, right? You don't got no clothes and stuff to unpack...your boys will
tend to sleep and fuck in whichever one is most convenient at the time.
Hell, in YOUR case, you could sleep in 'bout any fuckin' bed on the whole
ISLAND."

"The nice thing about this place is its location, right here in the middle
of everything," Ronon explained as they headed back down to the carport and
the ubiquitous golf cart. "One of the hotels, the Cypress Tower, is just
across the road, the hotel pool just beyond that. The beach in behind the
house fronts on the lagoon...always calm...great for a saltwater dip, if
you feel embarrassed to use...the obscenity, as you called it."

"And if a storm comes up, the emergency access to the shelter is just up
there on the ridge," Kevin pointed. "And if you want some exercise, all you
have to do is jog up over the ridge, round the pool, across the road, and
you're at the EcstasyInc main office."

"How convenient," Darin groaned. Going now to the main office wasn't
something he was looking forward to. "I'm not at all sure I'm cut out for
this job of being the boss over everything and everybody...office hours, a
secretary, personal staff of...how many? Five?"

"Just think of it as a giant yacht and you're the captain," Ronon tried to
ease Darin's mind as they took the long route by way of the road looping
around the island to get to the dreaded main office. "Except in this case
you don't have to navigate or watch out for rocks and stuff."

"Hmph...yeah, and the boat's a damned sight bigger...a crew of hundreds of
horny teenaged boys, more'n five hundred equally horny passengers...I'm
starting to feel like Captain Smith."

"Who?" both Ronon and Kevin asked at the same time.

"Oh, you never heard of Captain Smith?" Darin asked wryly. "He was the
captain of the Titanic."


The Ecstasyinc office tower was a five-storey glass and stone building on
the wharf just around the corner from the port terminal. Ronon parked the
cart on a small, street-level plaza then they descended steps to the main
entrance which was actually the basement level. From there they entered the
building through a set of Ecstasy Island's trademark folding glass doors to
confront what appeared at first glance to be an oval indoor pool. Actually
it was only HALF a pool. A mirrored back wall created the allusion of a
full-size swimming pool.

"Impressive," Darin pronounced as they paused to let his first impression
register.

"This way," Ronon led them to the right toward one of two elevators
situated on either end of the building.

"The next level is an open area with the fountain and gold leaf sculpture
you saw from out front," Kevin explained, once more enjoying his role as
tour guide to his father. The second floor is a residential area for the
building staff...secretaries, receptionists, errand boys..."

"All male, I assume," Darin smiled as he saw two or three of them get off
the elevator. They appeared to be about his age, in their early
twenties. They greeted Ronon and Kevin but ignored Darin.

"Enjoy this, it's the last time you'll ever enter this building
annonymously," Ronon told his father-in-law.

"Right," Darin sighed in dispair.

"The third floor is staff offices--Derek's office, Doug's office, Ronon's
office..." Kevin went on as the elevator rose. "I don't get no office," he
pouted.

"Your office is here on the top floor," Ronon gestured as the elevator
doors opened to a small foyer beyond which was a spacious waiting room done
in tans with the same light gray polished limestone as the outside of the
building. "And this is your secretary, Albert Cartenuto. Al, I want you to
meet your new boss; this is Darin Romeo, our new managing director as of
this morning."

"My dad," Kevin put in proudly.

"Mr. Romeo..." Albert Cartenuto stood and shook hands across his desk. "So
glad to meet you, and even more glad to finally have someone I can talk to
face to face."

"Please, just call me Darin..."

"Dad..."

"Just call him Mr. Romeo," Ronon instructed, in reference to his earlier
discourse on first names.

"Of course," the tall, thirtyish demi-god of a man smiled formally, masking
his confusion. "But feel free to call me Al." Albert Cartenuto was fashion
model handsome with golden blond hair, broad shoulders, prominant, powerful
pecs, and a slender waist with washboard abs, appearing to have stepped
straight from the pages of GQ, only without the clothes. His soaring hard
cock, Darin estimated, would easly weigh in at eight inches or more. Darin
felt overwhelmed by his secretary's physical presence, wondering how in
hell he would ever feel comfortable supervising such an incredible specimen
of naked manhood. "Permit me show you your new office," Al stepped back
from his desk and opened a set of darkly stained double doors behind him
through which the official welcoming party stepped into an immense
executive suite backed by a glass wall and balcony overlooking the lagoon
and the island's port facilities.

"Gee..." Darin said, trying to hide the feeling of being overwhelmed by it
all.

"We'll have the place redecorated, of course, if you'd like..." Al offered
as they surveyed the warm brown, modern decor. On the richly paneled walls
were paintings of beautiful, naked young men in various seductive poses.

"Uhhh...err...no...this...this is fine," Darin gaped about, moving across
the hardwood floor and the square area rug in the center of the room to try
out the brown leather, high-backed, swivel chair behind the starkly modern
executive desk.

"Toilet facilities are off to your left, while behind you, the balcony
wraps around three sides of the building offering you an eagle's eye view
of much of the 'downtown' part of the island," Al continued, taking over
Kevin's role as guide.

"Oh, and you're gonna LOVE this, Dad," Kevin rushed across the room to a
bookcase where he pulled one of the volumes forward causing the whole
bookcase to slide to the left revealing a hidden doorway.

"I wasn't aware you KNEW about that," Al said with a note of perturbed
dismay in his voice. "It leads to a conference room and the other elevator,
enabling you to come and go without passing through the front office."

"I like that," Darin smiled for the first time at the prospect of avoiding
a daily perade as he went to work.

"Come on, we'll take the elevator down and I'll show you MY cubbyhole,"
Ronon urged, leading the way as Darin tried desperately to absorb all the
newness assaulting his life.

"I...err...Al, I...I probably won't be back in until tomorrow morning...if
anyone calls," Darin directed his hunk of a secretary. He made a mental
note to promote the man to executive assistant. Secretary sounded
so...feminine.