Date: Sun, 29 Jul 2012 12:07:53 -0400
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ecstasy Renewed Chapter 6

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: It has been brought to my attention that the fictitious sex drug,
Duranol, mentioned in "Ecstasy Island" and the early chapters of "The
Working Boys" is, in fact, the name of a heart medication with many adverse
side effects. Thus, I changed the drug's name to Duralon. There will be
much more involving this element of the story in "Ecstasy Renewed."

If you like what you read, let me know at crackerjacker18@hotmail.com.


ECSTASY RENEWED

CHAPTER 6


Derek Chandler gaped up at the MS Arousal from the pier in Nassau. The ship
appeared huge, rising five or six decks above the waterline.  Of course, as
cruise ships go, she was quite modest, no more than half the size of most
of the others visiting the Bahamian port that day. There was a vaguely
old-fashioned look to the vessel. EcstasyInc had reportedly refurbished an
older cruise ship to facilitate the peculiar requirements of some 100-150
passengers on their day-long journey from Nassau some 500 miles to the
so-called "Land of Ecstasy," Cox International's wholly-owned sovereign
country. Cox leased Ecstasy Island to EcstasyInc as the sexual playground
for the rich and famous inclined toward cavorting nude with some of the
most beautiful teenaged boys in the world.

Derek didn't know quite what to expect. He suspected any refurbishing of
the Arousal had been done on the cheap, simply a means to an end, amounting
to little more than a new, glistening white paint job. As for the island
itself. He'd seen some fairly impressive pictures, but had the feeling they
might be more hype than happening. He'd never been on a cruise before but
he had been to various island resorts and was well aware that their beauty
and luxury were often only skin deep.

The small, EcstasyInc cruise terminal was not very busy. Of course it was
just a little past noon, he was boarding early. His paper, "The Gay Blade"
had arranged through his friend, Zac, and a couple other contacts for him
to spend the week free of charge and to write freely about what he found,
saw, and did. EcstasyInc had been in business just under a year.  The
construction work on the deserted island had taken six months, a remarkably
short time under the circumstances, making Derek all the more curious and
anxious as to what he might find.

With only his laptop computer in hand, checking in took less than fifteen
minutes as Derek presented his passport, his reporter's credentials, and
the letter of introduction provided by EcstasyInc. He'd been exempted from
the visa requirements, background check, medical and financial reports
required by the company for his fellow passengers. Depending upon
accomodations once they reached the island, each week-long visitor would be
paying between twenty and thirty thousand dollars with any accompanying
"guests" under 18 each paying roughly half that. Though he was boarding
early, he noticed two or three other parties awaiting clearance to
board. He knew why, but it seemed strange; none of them had any luggage or
personal belongings with them. One group was two 20-something mean, another
was a father with his "son." Another group appeared to be newlyweds of the
heterosexual variety.

At the gangway was a line of about a dozen quite attractive teenaged boys
clad in red speedos and white, cutaway jackets, cheerfully welcoming him
aboard. One placed an EcstasyInc VIP badge on his t-shirt while another
hugged and kissed him. Still another boy handed him a guest packet in the
form of a blue velvet drawstring bag. Derek wasn't sure about the vessel,
but the crew appeared to be first rate.

"Mr. Chandler, welcome aboard, my name is Karl Klimt, I'm your cruise
director. I've been assigned to show you around." The man was dressed all
in white, shorts with button down shirt and gold epaulets on the shoulders,
white shoes with knee socks, and a crisp white cap. He spoke with a slight
German accent. Well-tanned, blond, and seemingly quite fit, the man was the
very picture of the calm, attractive, efficiency the company no doubt
wished to promote.

"Mr. Klimt...you have a very attractive crew," Derek complimented the man
as they shook hands. "I hope to seem much MORE of them as time goes by."

"Oh, you will, and a hundred more just like them; and call me Karl,
please," the man insisted with a smile that stirred Derek's cock within the
confinements of his own khaki shorts.

As they moved into the main lobby of the ship, Derek was struck by the
freestanding sign he encountered, "Guests are asked to remain fully clothed
and refrain from sexual activity until after the safety drill."

"The Nassau Port Authority insists," Karl noted Derek's attention to the
sign.

"Love what you've done with the place," Derek cliched as he looked about at
the sparkling gold and white lobby.  It was no hundred-foot tall atrium but
there was a seductive, erotic quality to the decor that eased any
reservations he might have harbored as to the quality of his accomadations.

"First class, all the way," Karl smiled as he gestured around at the
sleekly modern surroundings. "Guest services over there, a champagne bar
there, elevators, restrooms over there, snack bar in the corner...it's not
the Queen Mary but we're rather proud of her, and guest report a 98%
satisfaction rating."

"Could you show me my cabin, I'd like to drop this off," Derek held out the
guest pack which seemed surprisingly large for no more than appeared to be
in it.

"Oh, we don't have cabins on the Arousal," Karl informed him, but here,
"I'll take that if you like."

"No cabins?" Derek wondered instantly if maybe his first impression had
been wrong.

"No need for them," Karl explained as they headed for the elevator.

"I beg your pardon?" Derek said in dismay. "I do have to sleep from time to
time, and it is a 24-hour jaunt."

"Oh, we have beds...lots of them...but sleeping...well, it does happen from
time to time, but it's not high on most guests' preferred activity list."
Karl smiled induligently.  "Come, let me show you.

One deck up was a large casino, the full width of the ship and, Derek
guessed, nearly two-hundred feet in length. Gaming tables and slots
occupied the center of the bright, colorful room while all around the
outside walls was nothing but dozens of king-sized beds place about two
feet apart, covered with pillows and duvets.

"Whoa..." Derek reacted in seeing the designer's intent.

"One giant cabin filled with excitement and erotic delights," Karl gushed
proudly.

"Not much privacy," Derek noticed in dismay.

"Privacy is not something our guests seek," Karl continued. "Most, in fact,
have something of an exhibitionist streak, or they wouldn't be here."

"This could take some getting used to but...looks like fun," Derek decided,
his cock hardening still more just thinking about it.

"There's another salon one deck up with a buffet in the center and similar
accomodations done in a Roman orgy style, lots of columns, sunken spas, a
bar, beds, of course, and boys...lots and lots of beautiful, naked serving
boys at your disposal 24-hours a day."

"I take it you define 'serving' in the broadest sense of the word," Derek
smiled as they passed through the massive den of decadence.

"Duralon-1 and 2 in the food and drink, Duralon-3 free upon request." Karl
read Derek's mind. "You can understand why sleeping is not a very high
priority.

"So, everyone arrives at Ecstasy dead tired and spends the next week sleep
deprived from excessive fucking?" Derek suggested.

"Actually Duralon-2, one of its side-effects, it tends to lesson the need
for sleep. Most of our guests sleep less than four hours per night during
their stay with us here and on the island.

"Must be quite a crash and burn once they get back," Derek laughed.

"The trip back from the island is...considerably...uhh...more sedate than
the one over," Karl acknowledged with a wry smile.

They boarded the aft elevator and went up two decks to the pool area.
"Impressive," Derek looked about.

"As you can see, we cater to a rather young crowd, water slides, spas,
massage tables, more beds...of the outdoor variety, of course...another
snack area, bar, karaoke, an "all boy" band, pole dancing, and erotic
performances by our talented entertainment staff that'll curl your toes."

"They're starting to curl already," Derek reported, rearranging his hard,
throbbing cock in his tight, shorts."Is there no privacy anywhere on board,
like someplace you and I could go where we might relieve the...stress...on
our zippers?"

"Of course, for a modest surcharge. However the company discourages
officers from...consorting... with passengers...not that it doesn't happen,
but...we have lots of young boys for that. In any case, as for now,
unfortunately, we start boarding the paying passengers very shortly...duty
calls," Karl appologized as he checked his watch.  He handed Derek back the
blue velvet bag. "Inside is your ID ring, footware, toothbrush, toothpaste,
insect repellent, and a hair brush all contained in a small packet. The bag
itself you'll use to put your clothes in at the end of the safety drill. We
store it on board until your return trip."

"Naked...for an entire week..." Derek sighed. "That could take some getting
used to."

Karl smiled. "Actually, most guests report what takes getting used to is
once more having to WEAR clothes again when they return."

"That figures," Derek smiled.

"Look around, take notes, grab something to eat before the crowd
arrives..." Karl told Derek as he prepared to attend to his other
duties. "Enjoy yourself...do some boy shopping...try Eric...he's superb..."

"Eric...Eric..." Derek repeated the name, hoping to remember it, wondering
how he might recognize such a gem among all the other juvenile jewels
aboard. Maybe the boys had name tags taped to their bare chests.

Actually, as it turned out, their names weren't taped, but tattooed on
their chests and Eric, once Derek found him, was, indeed, an exquisite
specimen of lively, lovely boyhood.

"Sorry, we're not permitted to entertain guests until after we set sail,"
Eric demured as Derek put his arm around the boy's naked shoulders. Even
wearing his blue speedo, there was no doubt the boy, in his early teens,
was VERY well endowed sexually. "Too many prying eyes," Eric explained,
casting his gaze about at several other ships nearby much larger and taller
than the Arousal with passengers already peering down at them out of
curiosity.

"I knew that," Derek smiled at the boy leacherously, "I was just testing
you," he joked.

"We do have a very spacious and comfortable gay porn theater down below
where you can get naked and enjoy the movies on your own," Eric
offered. "Sometimes the Duralon becomes a bit demanding."

"Except that I've not had any...so far...nothing to eat or drink," Derek
smiled as the boy escaped his clutches and continued preparing for the
guest invasion due to start any moment.

"There's a snack bar over there by the pool with hors d'vours, soft
drinks...beer...we don't serve mixed drinks here or on the island." Eric
appologized.  "They cause too many problems."

"Orgies are okay, just no DRUNKEN orgies, right?" Derek joked. The
EcstasyInc people had their little corner of the all-inclusive resort
getaway racket down to a science.

The food at the buffet was edible, nothing fancy, sandwiches, chips,
cookies, mostly "finger foods" one could eat lying in bed or while getting
a blowjob, neither of which Derek chose to do at this point. Instead, he
went back to the lobby, arriving shortly after the first few guests,
watching them as them mingled and stared in awe at the opulent decadence of
the interior designer's art.

Derek saw the gay couple from before, the newlyweds, the father and "son"
he'd seen before, followed by some single men in their early 20s and
surprisingly several more young couples of both sexes. EcstasyInc was
apparently serious about screening their guests thoroughly; every one of
them appeared to be quite attractive, slender, and rather anxious to get on
with the fun and games. As more guests came on board Derek was startled to
notice quite a number of families, moms, dads, sons, and daughters, the
kids being mostly teenagers, but a few obviously somewhat younger. One man
had with him what appeared to be his teenaged daughter and his twin sons,
whom Derek guessed couldn't be more than ten or eleven. Derek nearly
drooled. They were irresistibly cute, blond, and from all appearances,
quite a horny pair. Derek vowed to "interview" them before they got to the
island.

As a reporter, Derek was very adept at "people watching," though he tended
to specialize in the male variety of the species. He watched as the staff
did their best to answer questions, discourage public displays of
affection, and promote a lively, party atmosphere while all the time being
sexually enticing yet avoiding physical contact. He had to hand it to
them. If they were HALF as good at GIVING sexual pleasure later as they
were now in postponing it, the week promised to be fabulously exciting
beyond anything he might have imagined.

"I've never seen so many hot guys in one place before in my life," Derek
heard one cute, young teen of the female pursuasion comment, seemingly
overwhelmed by the boyish eye-candy swirling about her. "I wanna fuck every
single one of them!"

"Androgeny at its best," Another guest, a man barely out of his teens
himself commented.

"God, I wish they allowed cameras," another man lamented.

"Someone said all the beds were out in the open so you could watch all the
action," a very attractive spouse told her husband, who seemed not the
least bit interested in his young wife in the midst of the dozens upon
dozens of attractive young boys, both crew and guests.

"Man, I'm soooo hard, I can't wait to get naked," Another newly arrived
guest echoed Derek's sentiment precisely.

"Is it true they give out free samples of Duralon?" Derek heard a
strikingly attractive man in his early forties inquire.

"Is the Duralon-4 free too?" A woman asked her a man passing by with a beer
in each hand.

"Lady, you don't wanna TOUCH that stuff, it's a KILLER," the man paused in
passing, "makes you out-of-your-mind horny. They say people actually FUCK
themselves to death."

"Yeah, but what a way to GO," the woman joke.

Derek imagined the man might be exaggerating, but if not, if Duralon-4 was
that powerful, what the hell would Duralon-5 do to you? He recalled his own
first exposure to the "Cox miracle," as it was sometimes called, a couple
years before.  He wondered if he'd had the equivalent of Duralon-5. He
shuddered at the thought of repeating such an insanely pleasurable
encounter. He was 23 years old now, much too old to be doing sex drugs with
that kind of potency. However, it would be fun to watch others go through
what he'd endured the first time. He wondered if the ship had its own
"pleasure pit" like what he'd heard about on Ecstasy Island. He made a
mental note to be sure to interview the head of the Cox research staff
located on the island.

Moving with the crowd, Derek eventually found himself back up on the pool
deck where dozens of Arousal service and entertainment staff members
displayed more nearly-naked boyflesh than he could believe. One kid,
obviously not a staff member, had even doffed his trunks and was swimming
nude in the pool.  No one seemed much concerned about the boy himself,
though the staff seemed somewhat nervous that others might follow the kid's
lead. What Karl had said about "boy-shopping" had been right on the
money. Derek was almost to the point of booting up his laptop and taking
names there were so many incredibly cute boys he wanted to touch and fondle
even before they got to the island.

"I recognize you, you're Derek Chandler, right?" a boy about seventeen or
eighteen approached him.

"I recognize YOU too," Derek reacted. "You're really cute, hot, and horny;
remind me to shoot some cum with you tonight after dinner."

"Uhhhh...errr...yeah, sure....cool," the kid backed off somewhat, unsure
how to handle such an unexpectedly agressive response.

"I see you got your laptop, you here to write about Ecstasy?" the boy
recovered somewhat.

"What's your name, I wanna be sure to mention you in my column," Derek
inquired.

"Uhh...Angel...short for Angelo..."

"No last names...please, sex is much more fun with strangers," Derek told
him. "You're very well named, you have such an angelic face."

"Damn, that's what all the girls say when I want to be something LESS than
angelic," the boy complained. "You ARE, gay, I hope."

"I swing both ways," Derek explained. "I take it you're bi too?"

"Not any more, I've given up on girls," Angel told him, "I'm only into
boys...guys now...hoping to try my hand...and other parts of my naked body,
with older men, hot young studs like yourself."

"That's very flattering, Angel, I'll see if I can't accomodate you once we
get out of these silly clothes." Derek promised.

"Cool...man, I can't believe, I'm gonna get to fuck someone famous...you a
top or a bottom?" Angel asked as an afterthought. "I'm always a top."

Derek wasn't surprised. Most young "converts" were. "Mmmmm...well, maybe
you should try flipping the coin," Derek suggested. "Who knows, you might
enjoy a little prostate massage."

"A what?"

"A prostate mas... Gee, I didn't expect to find any virgins on board,"
Derek smiled, reaching out, hugging him, then kissing him hard on the lips.

Shocked and dismayed, the virginal young teen quickly got lost in the
crowd. Derek guessed he'd ever kissed a man before.

A few moments later there was a pleasant tone over the P.A. system followed
by: "Welcome aboard the M.S. Arousal. This is Captain Horner...not Horny,
Horner...this is Captain Horner speaking. You may have noticed that we've
started moving away from the pier.  In a moment we'll be out in the harbor,
heading for open water.  At this time I'd like to ask all passengers and
guest serevices staff to move to either the pool deck amid ship or the aft
deck near the pool where we will conduct the MANDATORY Emergency Procedures
Drill. Please have with you your blue velvet gift pack containing your
silver identification ring and the microchip bearing your identification
data and medical records so we can validate your attendance. Thank you."