Date: Wed, 14 Nov 2012 01:53:08 -0500
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ecstasy Inc Chapter 1

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," followed by "Ecstasy Renewed." "EcstasyInc," like the
previous segment, is unorthodox but quite seductive, as are the figures
depicted. Like "Ecstasy Island" and "The Working Boys," and "Ecstasy
Renewed," 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. Most of the characters from the
earlier stories have returned, but there are also quite a number of new
characters which will occupy the main spotlight in this segment.

Once more, this story 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. All drugs
mentioned are fictitious.
 
If you like what you read, let me know at crackerjacker18@hotmail.com.


ECSTASYINC

CHAPTER 1

Jack Jordan parked the Cox International Bentley in front of the Janson
bungalow at 12350 Allister Road. It was a little before seven a.m. The
overcast sky was barely light. He walked up to the somewhat dilapidated
front door and searched for a bell. There was none. He rapped sharply on
the door.

"Heeeeyyyy...jack old man, I've been expecting you," Jonas Jansen opened
the door almost immediately and greeted his old friend from grammar
school. "The boys are ready. They've got their bags packed, they can't wait
to...as Jamie put it, 'learn how to fly.'"

"Jonas, I'm rather looking forward to our little excursion myself," Jack
shook hands with Jonas then pulled him into a warm embrace. "I'm so happy
you're giving the boys this opportunity to get out, see the rest of the
world, enjoy their youth, the way we never had the chance to when we were
their age."

"Boys, your ride to Heathrow is here," Jonas called as he heard the sound
of both his two nine-year-olds bounding down the narrow stairs from the
tiny bedroom they shared.

"Ohhhhh, Jonas, your two young lads are so beautiful...so
handsome...so...IDENTICAL, I'll bloody well have a hell of a time keeping
them straight."

"This is Jamie," his father introduced his sons to the man who would
accompany them to Ecstasy Island. "You can tell him, by his hair. It's a
little longer and a little blonder than Jesse, here."

"Boys, I do hope we can become really good friends the next few days," Jack
smiled as his eyes drank in such exquisite preadolescent beauty. He worried
his cock might give away his weakness for such lovely little boys. "I have
your passports right here. The photographs your father took of you don't do
either of you justice."

"We're looking forward to it, sir," Jesse smiled, his delicate, sweet face
so wonderously adorable, his voice so light and lilting as to be almost
feminine.

"Are we really going to fly off in a Boeing 747?" Jamie asked excitedly.

"I wouldn't be surprised; British Airways has several," Jack told the boy,
"though I'm not sure if they have them on the London to Miami route or
not."

"I'll be SO disappointed if they don't," Jamie proclaimed.

"He'll probably decide to give it a go at swimming to Nassau if they
don't," Jesse joked.

"I promise you, it'll be a very large aircraft, almost as big and spacious
as the Boeing number," Jack hugged both boys. "Now kiss your poor father
goodbye then grab your bags and we'll be off into the wild blue yonder. Our
flight leaves at 9:40. Let's hope the morning traffic isn't too bleedin'
dense."

"I had the boys pack some scones if maybe you could grab them a spot of
tea, then they'll be set for the morning commute," Jonas told his old
school chum as he hugged each boy and kissed them on the foreheads.

"I have a hot bottle in the car," Jack assured the doting father as the
boys opened the front door and headed down the brick path toward the navy
blue automobile.

"Would you look at that, a bloomin' Bentley," Jamie cried in delight in
seeing the car.

"I've never ridden in a Bently motorcar before," Jesse added his own words
of joy in embarking on their new adventure. He ran around the far side and
climbed into the front seat, leaving his brother to ride alone in the back.

"I feel like Prince Harry riding off to Windsor Castle," Jamie proclaimed
as he perched primly on the edge of the back seat, his eyes surveying the
bright complexities of the dashboard.

"Fasten your shoulder harnesses boys, we're cleared for takeoff," Jack
announced, playing off the boys excitement over their upcoming first flight
in an airplane. He started the engine and released the hand break. "And
we're off, next stop Ecstasy Island...except for brief appearances at
Heathrow and Miami and Nassau."

"Tell us, what is Ecstasy Island like?" Jesse probed. "Does it have lots of
sandy beaches and beautiful babes in thong bikinis?"

"Babes? Thong bikinis? What do you know about such things?" Jack laughed in
surprise that the boys' primary curiosity should be sexual.

"We DON'T," Jamie laughed. "We were hoping you might inform us."

"We know where babies come from," Jesse proclaimed proudly.  "Papa told us
just a few days ago."

"Yeah, babies come from babes," Jamie laughed.

"Although the procedure in propagating them seems to me somewhat messy and
awkward," Jesse added.

"Young man, you are wise beyond your years," Jack told him. "It is indeed,
quite pleasant but really quite awkward and...messy...bloody sloppy,
actually."

"Papa showed us a picture. He said we ought to be aware of such matters
before departing for a holiday resort," Jamie explained.

"Your father is very wise as well," Jack told them as he pulled the Bently
onto the main highway heading toward London. "Even though you lads are
really quite young for such things, the fact is, they don't call it Ecstasy
Island for nothing."

"I beg your pardon, sir, what do you mean?" Jesse asked politely.

"Jesse, I guess I should tell you now," Jack decided. "On Ecstasy Island,
the babes don't wear bikinis...thongs or otherwise.  In fact, they don't
wear ANYTHING?"

"STARKERS?" Jamie gasped in surprise.

"Uhhh...yes, however, boys, you aren't going to see many...babes...on
Ecstasy Island.

"Ohhh..." Jesse reacted in dismay.

"You mean...there's only naked BLOKES...chaps like us running around...in
the all together?" Jamie inferred.

"Well, yes and no," Jack sought to explain. "There you'll see mostly
adults...young adults, younger than forty...and boys slightly older than
you, mostly twelve, thirteen...up to sixteen...some older, but..."

"All NAKED?" Jesse added to his brother's inferences.

"Yes," Jack replied quite frankly, hoping to build trust with the boys as
well as to foster a degree of dependence. "You see, lads, on Ecstasy
Island, it's actually against the law to wear clothes of any kind."

Both boys were suddenly and completely silent.

"Looks like I packed all my skivvies for nothing," Jamie eventually noted.

"I hope it's bloody warmer there than it is HERE," Jesse shivered
involuntarily at the thought.

Jack laughed, pleased that the boys had expressed no outright revulsion at
the thought of living daily in the nude. "It is quite warm...quite
pleasant. The average temperature in the Land of Ecstasy is 78
degrees. And, though you may feel a little...uncomfortable for a short time
upon your arrival, before long you'll begin to enjoy the freedom of total
nudity."

"Will we get to see YOU naked?" Jesse questioned softly.

Jack smiled over at the boy. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

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The traffic was light so early in the morning. It was the middle of the
week, a Wednesday; the airport was busy but not overhelmed. Inasmuch as
they carried no checked luggage and only two carry-on bags, moving through
security was also realitively speedy. The boys even had plenty of time for
their breakfast of tea and scones.

To Jamie's disappointment, the plane was not a Boeing 747 but a 777, though
he was somewhat mollified to find they were flying first class. Jack
explained that Cox Pharm considerd them very important people and would
spare no expense in getting them too Ecstasy.

"This is really spiffy," Jamie announced his critique of the accomodations
as his tiny body nestled comfortably in the oversized seats.

Jesse had commandeered a window seat, his nose practically glued to to the
plastic "glass" as he drank in all the busy preflight activity on the
tarmac. "There's a 747, wonder where it's going?"

"They use the 747s on very long flights." Jack explained to the boy. "We're
only traveling about 4,400 miles...eight hours and twenty minutes from
takeoff to landing."

"Wow, we must be going about a thousand kilometers an hour," Jamie guessed.

"Close, something more like 900, I think...590 miles per hour." Jack
informed the boy. "It'll be about two p.m. when we get to Miami.

"That's not eight hours from now?" Jesse noted in surprise.

"Right...you have to take the time differences and the speed into account,"
Jack continued for the benefit of his young ward. "It's all very
complicated, even I have trouble calculating."

"Hear that? We're about to take off?" Jamie's ears picked up the rising
pitch of the engines, then felt the aircraft lurch gently from the gate.

"We're just taxiing," Jesse observed, still glued to his window.

"Yes, it always seems like we taxi halfway to Picadilly before we actually
start the takeoff run," Jack advised the boys. "Hopefully, the traffic this
morning will be as light as it was getting here.

"Who's going to retrieve the motorcar?" Jamie questioned.

"Someone from Cox will pick it up this afternoon," Jack smiled down at the
beautiful, little bowl-cut blond creature seated next to him. He was as
anxious to get to Ecstasy as they were.  He could hardly wait to see such a
seductive young boy totally nude with his little-boy cock sprouting up and
out from his thin, hairless groin. He made a bet with himself the boy would
have at least five inches.

"What kind of tests will the scientists be doing?" Jamie asked as the jet
continued toward the runway. "Will they be painful?"

"No, I don't think so, Jamie," Jack sought to reassure the boy, though in
fact, he had no earthly idea what the doctors associated with "Project Pooh
Bear Tea" had in mind; and only the vaguest idea as to why they wanted only
prepbescent twin boys. His only concern at the moment was what someone at
Cox Pharm had dubbed "Project Pooh Bear Harvest."

"Will we have to swallow nasty medicines, elixirs, or potions?" Jamie
pursued his growing misgivings.

"No, Jamie, in fact, I think you'll find the tests to be quite pleasant,"
Jack told the sweetly innocent lad. "The doctors at Cox Pharm are very nice
men...and women too, actually; they'd never do anything to hurt
you...never." Given the nature of Cox Pharm's product line and almost
singular interest in male sexual development, Jack pretty well knew the
tests would be centered on the boys' immature genitals, but little beyond
that.

"I can feel it...we're going faster," Jamie said with some excitement, his
innocent young mind shifting from the future to the present.

"A little perhaps," Jesse reported from his window seat, "maybe
twenty...thirty klicks. Heathrow is a super big facility."

The cabin steward made one last pass checking everyone's seatbelts, "Looks
like you have on your hands a couple aviation virgins," he noted warmly,
"and TWINS at that, you boys looking forward to America?"

Jack smiled at the young man's choice of words, wondering if he'd somehow
telegraphed his more than passing interest in the boys virginity.

"We're not going to America we're going to..."Jamie, the talkative twin
began.

"Nassau...the Bahamas, actually, for some medical tests," Jack hastily
interrupted, in case the attractive twenty-something man might know of
Ecstasy Island and it's reputation for devouring lovely young school boys."

"I see, well, if either of you would like anything...anything I can
provide, please don't hesitate to ring me up," the steward smiled
induligently. "I might even be able to square you away with a quick tour of
the cockpit. Would you like that?"

"Yes, sir...yes, sir, indeed," Jesse lit up like a Grover Square stoplight
voicing his undying gratitude at the prospect.

"I'm sure the boys would appreciate such a kind gesture," Jack smiled up at
the man as the jet began a sharp right turn onto the runway.

"I must be off...duty calls," the steward dismissed himself, hurrying to
his jumpseat in the front of the cabin.

"He's a very nice man...a bit of a fairy I should think," Jamie observed,
"but quite hospitable."

Jack almost choked on his breath mint. Good lord, the kid had "gaydar."
"You mustn't judge by appearances," he advised.

"We're reving up," Jesse announced, the excited tension in his boyish voice
rising in pitch.

"Feels like we're going quite fast and we're still on the ground," Jamie
strained to see the landscape zipping by outside his brother's window.

"Takeoff velocity is around 120 miles per hour," Jack leaned back, enjoying
the sensation of speed.

"How much is that in kilometers?" Jamie wanted to know as he too was forced
back into his see by the accelerating forces.

"I'm not sure, two-hundred, maybe?" Jack guessed.

"WOW, I've never traveled this fast before...and we're still on the
bleedin' GROUND," Jesse gushed as he began worrying as to whether such a
big aircraft could ever leave the runway.

"Ooooooo...did you feel that," Jack smiled down at the boys as they were
suddenly airborne.

"We're FYING!" Jack cried, his excitement eliciting chuckles among nearby
passengers.

"SMOOOOOTTTHHHHHHH..." Jamie cooed softly his tiny fingers clutching the
arm rests, betraying his tense uncertainty as to just how much he was
enjoying the takeoff.

"Looook, all the buildings, they're like miniatures," Jesse gasped. "I can
see the whole bloody airport."

"Feels like we're going straight UP!" Jamie exhaled just short of turning
blue.

"About 25 degrees, I'd guess," Jack told the boy, "well short of 90."

"Hey...I can't see any more...we're in the bloomin' clouds..." Jesse sighed
in disappointment as his view suddenly evaporated in the low-hanging mist.

"I believe I heard someone say the ceiling was around five-thousand feet,"
Jack explained. "Just wait until we get on TOP of the clouds, the view is
spectacular," he promised.

"How much is that in meters?" Jamie requested.

"I'm sorry, Jamie, I can't calculate such big numbers," Jack smiled down at
the boy. "Would you be satisfied with simply...'high'?"

"About 1500," Jesse did the math, "still nothing but fucking fog."

"JESSE," Jack gasped in horror.

"Sorry," Jesse recoiled, his heightened emotions having exceeded his sense
of proper verbiage.

The plane soon began leveling out, the incline gradually reduced to around
five to ten degrees. Once they popped above the cloud cover Jesse once more
began almost kissing his window, drinking in every last nuance of his first
airborne experience. Jamie, meanwhile, found a complimentary handheld game
in the seat compartment and lapsed into silent concentration upon
that. Jack, for his part settled back in his spacious reclining seat and
drifted off.

Lunch, some four hours later, was beef Wellington. Jack chose the
Halibut. The boys sat up straight, minded their manners almost to a fault,
without a single drop of brown gravy spotting their identical white shirts
and royal blue, windsor-knotted ties. Jack sent a brief text message via
his satelite phone to the Cox home office in Nassau that the British
element of "Project Pooh Bear Harvest" was off on schedule and proceeding
without a hitch. He failed to mention Jesse's minor faux-pas.

Drinks came a couple hours more into the flight. Jack chose a scotch on the
rocks, the boys, ginger ale, though Jamie hinted rather pointedly that he'd
not refuse if Jack wished to offer him a bit of a taste of the
spirits. Jack pretended to be obtuse enough not to notice.

The flight was smooth until they began their descent, at which time more
than a few air pockets gave the boys a riotously fun ride for some ten to
fifteen minutes, causing them to realize there was more to flying than
fancy food, drinks, and video games. Jesse seemed almost disappointed as
they touched down in Miami. It was raining. Visability was limited. They
were practically on the ground before Jesse could SEE the ground. Being in
first class and with minimal hand baggage, Jack and the boys were among the
first to leave the plane.

They were hardly in the terminal before Jack recognized Mark Lowenstien
hailing them from just beyond the secure area. "Kind of soupy in Miami
today," Jack greeted his former colleague over his phone. They'd spent more
than a year working together out of New York several months before.

"Right," Mark agreed. "Listen, old chap, don't leave the secure area, your
flight to Nassau has been delayed because of the...high humidity...so Cox
has chartered a chopper for you to Nassau."

"Nassau?" Jack reacted, "why not straight to Ecstasy if they're going to
that much trouble?"

"You kidding, Ecstasy is quite the cauldren this afternoon...wind, rain,
low pressure, high seas... No chopper service to Ecstasy today, and
tomorrow seems a little iffy."

"What's it like in Nassau?" Jack inquired.

"Not too bad, cloudy...better than here...this is pretty
localized...Florida's famous set-your-watch four o'clock shower."

"It's only 2:45," Jack checked his watch.

"Okay, don't reset your watch," Mark laughed. "You and the Pooh Bears just
have a seat there in the lounge, the chopper pilot will find you and get
you out of here within the hour. No need to expose the boys to customs."

"Would that be a problem?" Jack asked anxiously.

"Probably not, but you know the fussbudgets in Nassau..."

"What about Nassau?" Jack wondered aloud."

"No sweat, they're gonna drop you off at the Cox heliport," Mark told him.

"No sweat?" Jack sighed. "I hate those fucking things...ooops...little
ears..."

"Cute little ears from what I can see," Mark laughed.

"Adorable," Jack whispered into his phone, smiling as he eyed both boys.

"Mr. Jordan...?"

"Whoa...that was fast," Jack told his old friend. "Cox flock is on the
stick today."

"Have fun with the young lads," Mark told him. "The old man's in Singapore
this week, they'll probably post you to the penthouse for the night."

"Really? Hmmmm...should be...interesting," Jack smiled, his fear of flying
to tall buildings receding somewhat.

"Keep it clean," Mark warned. "But let me know all the gorey details."

"Gotta go, this guy's threatening to take the boys and run," Jack told
Mark. "Bye."

It was Jack who had to run. The pilot and the boys were almost to the
shuttle port before he breathlessly caught up. "I'm Jack Jordan...this is
Jesse and Jamie....or Jamie and Jesse..."

"You had it right the first time," Jamie laughed. "And this is our pilot
Alfonso," Jamie introduced him before the pilot had the chance to say a
word.

"Alfonso, glad to meet you," Jack shook hands with the Latino pilot. "How's
things upstairs?"

"Not good, but passable," the man admitted as he used his key card to open
the exit door.

The boys made a dash through the moderate shower and the pavement puddles
to the canvas-covered shuttle. "Woooooo, just like London this time of
year," Jesse laughed, enjoying the damp weather far more than jack.

"Sorry I couldn't locate an enclosed shuttle, but they're rare as pigeon
teeth when it gets moist like this," Alfonso appologized as the driver
lurched them out into the downpour. "Hang on, this guy is from
Daytona...not the city, the speedway.

"That's where the Americans race up and down the beach in muscle cars,"
Jamie told his brother knowledgeably.

"Only if you wanna get arrested," the driver smiled over his shoulder at
the lithesome young boys.  "Most of the racing is on the track...has been
for more'n half a century. What year were you BORN, kid?"

"2003," Jamie told the man. "I'm afraid, sir, my knowledge of American
racing is a bit third-hand."

"Charming...little Brits...off to Nassau, warm beaches, casinos,
waterslides, dolphins, catamarands, half-naked chicks..."

"That's enough," Jack said sharply. He sensed where the driver was going
and it wasn't simply to their chopper. Moreover, he wasn't at all sure
Jamie had the good sense not to go into some detail as to their eventual
purpose and destination. Both the driver and Jamie took notice that the
conversation had gone quite far enough.

"You handled that very well," Alfonso whispered to Jack as the boys
anxiously climbed aboard the aircraft. "Mack's a first-class snoop."

"I had something of a lower level opinion of him," Jack acknowledge as he
dodged between the raindrops and climbed aboard the spacious
chopper. "Looks like they sent the Big Bird. Worried about turbulence and
the four-passenger chopper?"

"THEY weren't but I was," Alfonso admitted. "I hate setting this...gotta
watch my language, right?  "I hate flying in this kind of weather, and if
it's the least bit gusty, you're gonna end up on the front lawn."

"Be gentle, they're virgins," Jack joked as the pilot settled in beside his
co-pilot, whom he introduced as Amos.

"We're not virgins anymore, we've flown before," Jamie announced, once more
reminding his mentor that little boys have big ears.

"Believe me, my young master, you're still a virgin," Jack insisted
smiling, mussing the boy's blob of silky blond hair as they strapped
in. "For now, anyway."

"It's LOUD," Jesse noted pointlessly. No one could hear him. Whereas
before, the takeoff had been the high point of the whole flight, this time,
despite the weather, the Big Bird lifted off the tarmac with such gentle
ease Jack could see a look of dismay and disappointment cross Jesse's
sweetly boyish face.

Jack pointed to headphones hanging on the bulkhead next to the boys who
faced forward from the back while he sat facing them, his back to the
pilot. The two boys quickly donned them and adjusted them to fit their tiny
heads and big hair. "Can you hear me now?" Jack joked.

"Testing, one, two, three," Jesse intoned.

"That's all the higher he can count," Jamie tested his own mic.

"This is even weirder than the Boeing 777," Jesse took note as he watched
Miami Beach come and go out his window. "How long before we get to Nassau?"

"Well, that depends upon how much time the pilot can make in this weather,"
Jack told him as they rocked a bit in the intermitent gusts, "At least an
hour, maybe more."

"I think I'm kind of partial to 777s," Jamie announced as they bopped
along, "glad I'm not hungry."

"We'll be out of this...spit...in a few minutes," the pilot announced over
their headphones. "We might even see a little sun along the way, unless
this low is shifting offshore."

"I can't wait till we get to Nassau," Jamie forced a smile, watching Jack
intently for any sign of fear or foreboding.

"Neither can I, Jamie," Jack smiled back the the boy confidently, at the
same time hoping the boy's "gaydar" wasn't as sharp as it had seemed on the
plane, "neither can I."