Date: Thu, 2 Aug 2012 11:18:08 -0400
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ecstasy Renewed Chapter seven

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 7

"So, in the event of an emergency, the captain will sound an alarm and you
will be directed to one of four lifeboats as indicated by the number
engraved on your ID ring, which you are to wear at all times." The man
wasn't Karl Klimt but the young bridge officer conducting the EPD was
fairly attractive and apparently Canadian or British. His name was Anson
Montgomery.

"And now, comes the fun part," The young officer continued, inasmuch as we
are now well out at sea, we ask you to remove the contents of your blue
velvet bag and then fully disrobe...(a roar of approval arose from the
crowd) placing your clothes, shoes, and all valuables in the bag for safe
keeping.  Keep ONLY the free footware, toiletries, ID ring, and
sunglasses. Sunscreen will be provided free of charge whenever and wherever
it's needed. Make sure the name tag on your bag is correct then place it in
the hamper to my right."

Derek and all the others wasted no time getting naked, everyone checking
out everyone else as nudity became the order of the day.

"Let me explain the meaning of this sign which you'll see prominantly
displayed about the ship from time to time." Anson Montgomery explained as
he replaced the "Please remain clothed" sign seen earlier with one reading,
"Consent is assumed, but NO means NO!"

"This ship is officially registered in the Land of Ecstasy, thus all the
laws of that country apply. "The Land of Ecstasy does not recognize any
laws regarding sexual conduct except with regard to rape, which is
punishable by immediate confinement and deportation. The Land of Ecstasy
has no "age of consent" laws, though you will find no children on the
island under the age of ten (and precious few younger than twelve). Thus we
permit, even encourage, all forms of CONSENTUAL sexual activity. And
though, as the sign says, consent is assumed, it's always polite to
ask. Any questions?"

"Yeah, you gonna get naked too?" Someone from the crowd called out.

"Yes," Anson replied as he started unbuttoning his pristine, white, uniform
shirt. "Here on the ship, and on the island, nudity is REQUIRED at all
times except in cases where it would raise safety or sanitation
concerns. No towels around the midriff."

"TAKE IT OFFFF...TAKE IT OFFFF...TAKE IT ALLLLLLLLL OFFFFFF..." the crowd
began to chant as they watched in anticapation as Anson Montgomery became
nakeder and nakeder. It was well worth the wait.  He had an incredibly well
toned and well tanned body (no bikini line) and a good eight inches of
soaring hard mancock.

"CAN I SUCK IT?" the same man as before cried out as wolf whistles sounded
shrilly.

"Sorry, I'm due on the bridge in five minutes." Anson disappointed his
horny young admirer. "Someone's got to steer the ship."

"You sure got the 'tiller' for it," the man cried laughing as the crowd
slowly began to disperse."

Derek looked about. He'd never seen so many naked people in one place in
his entire life.  Men, women, children, and without exception all the males
had erections, their cocks ranging from barely three inches on a couple of
the younger boys to a gargantuan TWELVE or more jutting out from the
slender, shaven loins of one of the older teenagers. The crowd began to
move inside or toward the lounge chairs around the pool. Derek passed
three...four...five blowjobs before he stopped counting. It seemed to be
the favored "getting to know you" activity. It was hard not to
stare. Eventually he gave up trying. Some of the couples and threesomes
seemed to be intent on putting on a show, demonstrating for anyone wishing
to watch their exuberant sexual prowess.

"Can I suck you?" a young boy of about twelve whom Derek had not noticed
before asked him as he passed.

"I thought you'd never ask," Derek smiled and approached the boy sitting on
the foot of a lounger, thrusting forward his hips as the kid easily
swallowed him nearly to the hairline. Derek had the urge to ask how old his
child sexual prodigy was but couldn't bear to interupt such a wonderously
adept handling of his sexual instrument of pleasure. Blowjobs from perfect
strangers...and young boys at that...what a place! "Ohhhh fuck, kid you're
good," Derek complimented the boy as he sucked. Derek gripped the
androgenous youth's head and guided him as the boy threw himself into the
act of giving oral sexual pleasure with amazing gusto. "Ohhhh yeah, yeah,
yeah, boy, suck that cock, kid, suck that cock, suck that cock, suck it,
suck it, suck it, man, ohhhhfuck, fuck, fuck yes, ohhhh yeahh....ohhh god,
what a feeling...ohhhh man, you seem like you've done this before," he
noted the obvious.

"I love suckin' cocks," the boy paused long enough to look up at Derek and
smile, before returning to the task at hand.

"And I love cocksuckers," Derek smiled down as the boy gradually picked up
the pace of his random act of kindness. "Oahhah yeah, yeah,
ooahgehheahhhahfuck, feels good, feels great, ohhh yeah, really suckin' me
good, boy, ohhahhh fuck, yeah, yeah, ohhhhh god, yeah, harder, faster, boy,
do it to me, suck that cock, suck me straight to orgasm, ahehhahehrhy yeah,
yeah, ahhehhghehhrh fuck yeah, I can't believe what a hot set of lips you
got there, kid, oahghehaehr fuck, feels good, good, good, ahhehahehrhhh
fuccckkkk...sooo good.

"Shoot your cum, I love cum too," the boy urged between slurps.

"Don't you fuckin' worry about that," Derek shuddered in sexual pleasure,
"you're about to get a mouthful, ohhh yeah, boy, gettin' me there, gettin'
me there, gettin' me closer and closer, kid, ohhghahehh fuck yeah, churnin'
my balls, man, I can feel it, feel the cum building up, ahghehahehrhfuck,
fuck, fuck, suck that fucker, suck me off, boy, suck me off, suck me off,
suck me fuckin'...fuckin'...OFFFFFFF...OFFFFFFFF....AHGEAIEOROIIHEOIHGOD,
SUCKIN' ME OFFFF....AGHEHAEINN GOD, CUMMING, CUMMING, SHOOIN' MY CUM,
SHOOTIN' MY CUM, OHHHH YEAH, YEAH, SUCK ME OFF, SUCK ME OFFF,
HGOEIAHEOIHROEI GOD, FEELS SOOOO GOOD, BOY, SUCK THAT COCK, SUCK MY CUM,
AHGOEIAEOHROAEIHO GOD, WHAT A COCKSUCKER YOU ARE, OGHEAEIOH FUCK, YEAH,
YEAH, yeah, yeah, oehhahehhh yeahhhhhhhhhhh..." Derek gasp as his orgasm
slowly faded and his cum pumping ejaculations ebbed. He collapsed to the
lounger next to the boy, hugging, him, kissing him, tasting his own cum on
the boy's lips.

"Nice cum," the boy smiled, licking his lips. "No Duralon yet?"

"Uhhh...errr...no, not yet," Derek noted, "how'd you know?"

"It has a distinct taste...subtle, but us cum gourmets can taste the
flavor," the boy explained.

"What's your name, cum gourmet?" Derek smiled induligently

"Fabio."

"Fabio?  Really?  That's your real name?" Derek asked the boy in surprise.

"No, not really," Fabio admitted, "I just wanna grow up and be like him
someday...lots of muscles, long hair, big cock...and dad says it's not wise
for young boys to use their real name here on the boat or on the island."

"Looks like you're well on your way," Derek smiled, once more kissing the
boy's own smiling lips. He looked about, "your dad...here?"

"Dad's over there by the pool, fuckin' that kid," Fabio pointed, "he's a
real boy lover."

"He fuck you?" Derek asked impulsively before realizing he might be
touching, a "sore" area.

"Sometimes, but most of the time he just brings home cute boys and we BOTH
fuck'em," Fabio explained.

"He teach you how to suck a cock like that?" Derek asked.

"I guess, I've been doin' it as long as I can remember," Fabio went on.

"Would you like ME to suck you?" Derek asked, unable to keep his hands off
the boy or wait any longer to taste his sprightly four or five inch morsel.

"Sure, if you like," the tender young boy replied, lifting his slender hips
from the lounger where he lay, affording Derek easier access.

Totally hairless and pre-pubescent, Derek sucked down on the boy's
circumcized cock. Derek loved young cocks; especially if it meant he could
take them all, enveloping them in their entirety as he lavished pleasure
upon them. To his surprise, Fabio seemed unimpressed as Derek unleashed his
cocksuckiing expertise on the boy. From time to time he noticed a slight
tremor, a modest little shudder of pleasure, the occassional thrusting up
from the lounger, but it was obvious the boy was as used to GETTING sucked
as he was in sucking cocks himself. Maybe he wasn't trying hard enough.
Derek increased the pace, watching intendly the boy's reaction. To his
dismay, there was none, except that the boy's small hands fell to his head
and rested there, not forcing, not guiding, seemingly just to have
something to do with his hands. Derek sucked harder, twisting his head,
swishing the boy's nascent cockhead lavishly with his tongue. He tasted a
little pre-cum. Surely the boy wasn't old enough to deliver a load. Then,
suddenly, without the slightest warning, he got one. He tasted the boy's
sperm. It jetted out, with surprising force.

"You came!" Derek gaped up at the boy in surprise, then dipped back down to
catch the next spurt. The boy shot three times, then oozed and seeped for a
while after that. "How old are you, anyway?"

"Fourteen, but everyone says I look like I'm eleven or twelve," Fabio
revealed.

Derek shook his head in wonder and dismay. "Listen, kid you got a real
future ahead of you...I know some people...you think your dad would let you
do this for a living...on the island?"

"In a word, no," a man behind Derek delivered his verdict.

Derek scrambled to his feet, embarrassed, extending his hand. The man
appeared to be about thirty but, like his son, Derek guessed him to be a
few years older than his first impression. "I'm sorry, your son had me so
distracted...Derek Chandler."

"Augustine," the man smiled, shaking Derek's proffered hand.

"Let me guess, not your REAL name," Derek laughed.  "Like father like son?"

"You might say that," the man answered dryly. "I see you've taken a liking
to my boy."

"You have a VERY beautiful young son," Derek congratulated the boy's
father, even as he wiped some of the boy's cum from his chin."

"Thank you, Mr. Chandler," the man addressed him formally, "You seem to
have pleasured him greatly. Usually he fakes an orgasm, he looks so young,
no one is surprised when he doesn't ejaculate."

"Yes, I...I know the feeling...I was a bit...taken aback by
his...maturity," Derek used his writing skills to parse his words
carefully.  Obviously this was no typical father-son relationship...if
there was such a thing on a boat heading for a place like Ecstasy.

"I think he likes you," Augustine (not his real name) observed. "You have
my permission to suck his cock anytime you like, though judging by the size
of YOUR...appendage, maybe you'd better refrain from the
more...invasive...pursuits the island is famous for.

"Yes, of course," Derek agreed, somewhat dismayed by the man's demeanor, "I
oberved YOUR pursuit of such..."

"Of course, it's no secret, I love to fuck boys," Augustine smiled, "as I'm
sure you do too."

"The problem is, the most beautiful, the most desirable, the
most...fuckable, boys are always the youngest ones...the ones least able to
handle my...primed asset," Derek sighed, gazing down at his spent cock,
then young Fabio slender nakedness, and around at several of the other
boys, both staff and guests.

"Yes, well, don't let me detain you," Augustine Not-His-Real-Name followed
Derek's gaze around the deck, his mouth watering at all the lucious, young
boy-cocks jutting skyward. "So many boys, so little time."

Derek knew of which the man spoke. Time was of the essence. He had an
appointment to interview the voice on the P.A. He headed for the bridge. On
the way, Derek passed literally dozens of copulating couples of all ages,
sizes, sexes, and descriptions. He could almost smell Duralon in the
air. He saw several times orgasms which, under other circumstances, would
have signaled the end of a given act of sexual pleasure, instead simply
continue. In one case, he had to literally step over a man and young boy
sucking each other right in the middle of a corridor. He wanted to stay and
watch but instead could only appologize for the intrusion, then continue.

The door to the bridge was locked.  He knocked and was met by the same
officer who'd delivered the EPD earlier. "The captain is expecting you,
he's waiting in his cabin," the man explained. "I can't leave the bridge
but it's that door there," he pointed to the unmarked entry.

Derek knocked on the door. "Come on in, it's open," someone called from
within.  Derek turned the knob.  It was unlocked. For some reason he
expected to see the captain all pristinely uniformed standing before him
looking very neat, formal, and authoritarian. The sight which met his eyes
was anything but that. The captain was naked, bent over his bed, with an
incredibly attractive boy Derek guessed to be no more than twelve, heatedly
fucking his ass.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you," Derek appologized as his cock
rose to full tilt almost instantly. Anywhere else he would have backed out
of the cabin red-faced.

"No problem," the captain assured him.  "I rather thought you'd be immune
to this sort of thing by now," the man guessed wrongly.

Derek blinked, "I SHOULD be, I guess but..." his voice trailed off as he
became emotionally involved in what he saw.

"This is my cabin boy, Alexi, my name is John Steuben, and despite what you
see, I'm the captain of this...floating fucking bordello," the man
introduced himself and his hotly fucking boy toy, extending his hand, which
Derek shook.

"If you're so inclined, you can join us; Alexi may look young, but he can
handle about anything now days," the captain offered his young cabin boy's
ass free for the taking."

"I'm sorry, I can come back, I...he looks inviting but I might find it had
to take notes," Derek declined the captain's sexual invitation.

"It's your cock," the captain seemed almost offended. "I hope you don't
mind if Alexi continues, we're both rather enjoying this at the moment."

"Uhhh...errr...no...I...go right ahead," Derek stammered a little. "I'm not
used to interviewing sea captains, much less under...these circumstances
but..."

"No problem, fire away...not you, Alexi, you can keep that up till the
dolphins come home," Captain Steuben.

"Is Alexi your private...boy?" Derek asked as he sat down on the broad arm
of a nearby chair, his cock hard and throbbing for attention.

"Alexi, I think he'd like a blowjob when you're done," the captain read
Derek like a book. "No, in answer to your question, he services pretty much
all the officers...when they're off duty, of course...ohhhhh fuck, fuck,
fuck, Alexi, that feels good, ohhhh man, you're pounding my prostate
like...ahghehaehiroeoihghheh fucccckkk..."

"Want it harder, faster, I can really turn it on?" The boy asked his
master, hardly breaking a sweat.

Derek, on the other hand, was starting to sweat profusely. "I suppose you
could have pretty much any boy on the ship."

"In theory, maybe but...ahhghehahehrehhahe fuccccccckkkkk...but...ohhhh
god, Alexi, keep doin' that to me...it works out best if only one boy is
diverted from his normal service and sexual duties."

The slapping sounds of loins against the captain's firm, muscular ass were
getting faster now and louder.  Derek had to raise his voice to be
heard. "Do you ever...engage...with the passengers?"

"What, you wanna have an...engagement...when he gets done?" The captain
wasn't joking. "Ain't Duralon great?"

"Errr...uhh...no...well, perhaps," Derek stammered, hoping not to offend
the man by refusing outright. The captain was quite sexually attractive,
but then again, so was Alexi. "What I meant was, do you...mingle...like
most cruise captains from time to time, enjoying a little casual sex
with..."

"Sometimes but...ohhehahehhrhghhhhhfffff...ahhehhahehhg, god, Alexi, easy
boy, I ain't one of your childhood sweethearts," the captain winced as
Alexi became a bit TOO good at what he was doing. "Inasumch as I have
Ecstasy passengers only two days a week, there usually isn't much time for
such things."

"I beg your pardon?" Derek didn't understand.

"We make one trip a week over to...aghehahe...ahhh...ahhh...ahhahhah god,
fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, boy, ohhh yeah, nice, nice, ohhahheh god, what a
fuckin' COCK...the island, one day each way. The rest of the time we make
one-day cruises to nowhere so the Nassau daytrippers can lose their money
in our casino. There's probably
ohaehhhaehhe...uhhhh...ahhhahah... uhhhhhbnnn...ohhhhh fuck, kid, you're
gettin' to me, gonna make me cum before long..." The captain gasped as it
was clear his sexual pleasure was near its peak. "There's probably some
casual sex going on, which we pretend to ignore, but the Land of Ecstasy
makes an exception to their mandatory nudity laws for such excursions. We
call them Burmuda Triangle Cruises...no nudity but some people go away
without their shirts."

"If I might, Alexi, what other duties do you have on the ship?" Derek
addressed the young boy.

"I make the beds, I sleep in the beds, I clean the carpet, I fuck on the
carpet, I serve meals, I crawl under the table and suck cocks during
meals..." the boy replied with a noticeable (Derek assumed) Russian accent.

"His English is only...fair, but pleasure...sex...that's universal," The
captain translated the boy's meaning. "Ohhhh god, Alexi, I'm gonna...fuck
me, boy, fuck me, fuck me, I'm gonna cummmm...cummmm...aoghoaioehireh god,
god,OGHEAIAOEIHROEH, OHHHHA FUCK, FUCK FUCKKK ME, OHHHAH FUCK, MAKIN' ME
CUM, MAKIN' ME CUM, OHHHH FUCK YEAY, YEAH, SHOOT YOUR CUM TOO, SHOOT IT,
SHOOT IT, SHOOT IT, BOY, I WANNA FEEL YOU SPURTIN' YOUR CUM UP MY ASS,
KID...GHEOAIEHORH YEAH, YEAH...SHOOT IT, SHOOT IT, AHGHEHAHEHR
FUCCCCKKKK...FUCCCK."

"I CUM," the boy said simply, then with one last might thrust, buried
himself deep in his captain's horny ass and did just that. There were no
theatrics, no moaning, groaning, screaming or creaming, he just (almost)
calmly ejaculated his load of Duralon cum for the captain's sexual
satisfaction. Sex was little more than a professional service for him.

"What he lacks emotionally, he more than makes up for...ohhahhehrh god,
Alexi...sexually, he's the best...present company exclude, perhaps...the
best on the ship...and believe me...ohhahehrheh fuccck, still feeling him,
I've tried them all," the captain boasted. "Let me assure you, whatever
else he may do, Alexi's duties are primarily sexual."

"I cum 20 times a day," Alexi did a little boasting on his own.

Derek blinked in surprise.

"On a slow day," the captain joked.

"Your officers must be highly sexual," Derek observed.

"No sex on the bridge," the captain made sure Derek understood. "But yes,
every morning, the boy makes his rounds...sometime two or three of them
spend the night with him...orgyville, they call it."

"He get paid extra for all that?" Derek asked just short of amazement.

"We throw him an extra biscuit from time to time." For a moment Derek
wasn't sure if the man was joking or not.

"I get lots of dollars," Alexi insisted as he extracted his still hard cock
from the captain's ass.

Derek's eyes nearly popped.  The kid had a solid EIGHT INCHES of very hard,
drooling cock.

"Skip the dollars, how fuckin' OLD are you, kid?" Derek demanded as the boy
wiped down his proud appendage.

"I thirteen."

"Like everyone else in Russia, he lies a lot," the captain winked. "I'm
guessing he's at LEAST fouteen,"

The boy was slender and barely five foot tall. His cock looked gargantuan
jutting upward and outward from thin, apparently shaven groin. "How many
dollars?"

"Two thousand a week," the boy divulged proudly.

"FUCKKKKKKK...I'm in the wrong business," Derek laughed.