Date: Mon, 17 Dec 2012 01:31:27 -0500
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: EcstasyInc. Chapter 14

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 14


Derek Chandler was barely half-awake as the rays of an obnoxious morning
sun gently prodded him to reality and the hard young cocklets of two
obnoxious young stepsons not so gently prodded his naked hips to a horny
new day. The two little Bristol boys had taken to climbing in bed in with
him each morning in the absence of their father when he was in Nassau, or
Miami, or some other gay stronghold on business.

"Go away, ya bother me," Derek moaned, rolling over on his side, only to
find himself face to face and lip to lip with Buddy Bristol while his twin
brother, Bobby, was probing his ass crack with his hard little cocklet,
seeking entrance and orgasmic pleasure.

"Suck me off first, make me cum, then we'll fix you breakfast in bed,"
Buddy promised seductively.

"Sounds like a THREAT...I've had your breakfasts in bed before, remember?"
Derek sighed as he lovingly kissed the little eleven-year-old's delicate,
sweet lips. "Runny eggs and burnt toast...remember?"

"How about sausage and cream?" Buddy suggested obscenely as he slithered up
in bed so that his sprouting young cock found Derek's lips.

"Okay, sausage but you damned well better hold the cream or there'll be
hell to pay when you go to Cox Pharm this morning," Derek told the
boy. Behind him, he felt Bobby's hard little boycock opening him up.  Bobby
was an ass man...or boy...a born "top" with a vicious habit of rabbit-like
thrusts Derek had learned not to take lightly. "Easy, back there kid, I'm
still sore from yesterday morning."

"I'm still sore from YESTERDAY morning..." Bobby mocked him in a whiney
voice as he pushed past Derek's sphincter. "You say that EVERY morning."

"I wonder why..." Derek winced as the boy plowed deeper.

"Suck me, forget about HIM," Buddy insisted, grabbing Derek's head and
jabbing his five-inch boy-cock deeper into Derek's oral cavity.

"You horny little fuckers," Derek said with his mouth full of lively
kid-cock.

"Ouch...don't fuckin' talk with your mouth full," Buddy ordered as he began
stroking with his tiny, thin hips, driving his hairless young boy-cock in
and out of Derek's sucking mouth.

"Uhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh....how much time we got?" Bobby asked as he began
fucking more firmly and deeply Derek's other sexual portal.

"An hour or so," Buddy was now face-fucking his stepfather as passionately
as his brother was ass-fucking the man on his opposite side.  "Ohhhhahhah
yeah, man, yahhhh...yeahhhh...yeah, Derek, ohhh fuck yeah, ohhhhh fucck,
you suck, you know that? You really, really fuckin' SUCK." Despite the
tone, he meant it as a compliment. Derek sucked even better than the boys'
father, and much more often in that Derek, despite a similar workload as
director of public relations for EcstasyInc, had become as much the boys'
father as their real father. He was with them more often.

"Ohhhhhhyeah, yeah, yeah, fucccckkkk...man, I got so fuckin' horny last
night I even went in and fucked Bunny a couple times." Bunny was his
sixteen-year-old sister. Both boys, and half the boys on Ecstasy island,
fucked her regularly. Bobby often referred to her (behind her back, of
course) as "the revolving door."

"I got so horny last night I fucked YOU a couple times," Buddy joked. "In
your sleep, of course."

"In your DREAMS, you mean," the boys bantered as they manfully drove their
growing young boy-cocks deeper and deeper into Derek's sucking sexual
orafices.

"With you, it's hard to tell, you just LAY there like a fuckin' cadaver,"
Buddy shot back, "I'm starting to get into necrophilia."

"What the fuck's THAT?" Bobby grunted as he started fucking faster and
faster, a sure sign he was getting close.

"What the hell do YOU know about necrophila?" Derek broke from Buddy's cock
to ask, both surprised and dismayed the boy had even HEARD the word before.

"Shut up and suck me, I'm getting close," Buddy jammed his cock back into
Derek's mouth. "It's when dead people fuck," he added for Bobby's benifit.

Derek found himself laughing while trying to suck the boy's cock. He had
the urge to call a halt to their little suckfest and set the boy straight,
but the kid DID say he was getting close and interrupting his pleasure now
would only prolong the encounter. He sucked harder, instead.

"You mean like ZOMBIES...zombies fucking? I didn't know zombies could
fuck." Bobby tried reasoning and fucking at the same time. He wasn't very
good at it.

"Let's cum, then I'll 'splain it." Buddy knew better than try to explain
ANYTHING to his slightly dim-witted brother while they were nearing
orgasms.

"I'm close....hold on, I'm feeeling it..." Bobby suddenly jarred Derek with
his patented machine-gun mode, driving himself frantically, with only a
little spit for lubrication, toward an onslaught of naked, sexual pleasure
that always left him breathless and spent, yet moaning and sighing in
lingering ecstasy for several minutes afterwards. "HOOOOOOOO
SHIT...OOHHAHEHHH MY GOD, CUMMING, HOIHAOHOA FUCK FUCK FUCK, OGHIEAHHIEROAH
GOD, DEREK, YOUR ASS, MAN, I LOVE FUCKIN' YOUR ASS, MAN, OOHHHAHHAHH GOD,
OHHHHH FUCK, FEELS GOOD, FEELS GOOD, GHOAIEHORAIHEOHR GOD, FEELS SOOO
FUCKIN' GOOD, I CAN
HARDLY....GHHAHHHEHOAOEIROAEIHRHHGHEHAHEHHH...AHHAHHAHH...OWOHAHHEHH...LIIAHGHH....
OOHAHOEOIAHGOEO....IIGIIAIIGHHH...GHOOAHFGHHAHHAHH...OHOHOHOHOOOOIIHHHOHOHOHOHO!"

"HOOOAOIIEIHHHHFUCCK...HERE IT CUMMS, HERE IT CUMMMS...OHHHHH GOD, THE
MOTHER OF ALL ORGASMS, GHOAOEIHROIHOIHFUCK, SUCK IT, DEREK, SUCK IT, SUCK
IT, SUCK MY COCK, MAN, SUCK ME, SUCK ME, MAN, SUCK ME OFF, SUCKIN' ME
OFF...OAOHGHEHAOEORIHOAHEHRFUCCCK...SUCKIN' ME AND SUCKIN' ME AND. OHHHK
FUCCCCKKK...GOD, THE FEELING IS...OHHHHH....FUCK, INTENNNSSSE,
HGOAEHIOAIEHR YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, MAN, WHAT A CUM, WHAT A FUCKIN' CUM, MAN,
OHHOOOHHOOOHHHHH GOD, STILL FEELLING IT, STILL FEELING THE SPASMS,
THE....OOOAOHHHGHHGH...THE
JOLTS...GHAOERHAHEHHRHHIIIIIEIEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeee!!" Buddy ended in a
high-pitched screaming squeal of orgasmic ecstasy shrill enough to disturb
the contents of the nearest cemetery (no small feat in that Ecstasy Island
HAD no cemetery).

"Ohhhhh fuck, thank god THAT'S over," Derek gasped as Buddy slipped his
cock from Derek's mouth. "Now wiggle your sweet cocksuckin' lips down there
and catch my load, Bobby's really doing a number on my prostate, I'm...I'm
gonna...ahgheahhehrha god, Bobby, easy...I'm gonna fuckin' do it, I'm gonna
unload, I'm gonna cum, get it all, kid, ghoaoihoaehr god, here
It...it...CUMMMMMSSSS... GHOIIAOH GOD YES, YES, BOY, DO IT, SUCK THAT
FUCKER, TAKE EVERY DROP, THERE BOY, GBOOAIEHRO YEAH, YEAH, KEEP FUCKIN' ME
BOBBY, KEEP THE PRESSURE ON, GHEOAIEOHRIOAHA YEAH, YEAH, HOLD IT
THERE... RIGHT ON THE BUTTON, KID, OHHHHHHH FUCK THAT FEELS GOOD, OHHHAHAH
MAN, I DON'T KNOW WHICH FEELS BETTER, BOBBY FUCKIN' ME OR YOU SUCKIN' ME,"
Derek told his sweet little friend sucking him.

"Ohhahhahh fuccck, I hate the first load in the morning," Buddy spat out
Derek's cum, "Must you have FISH every night for dinner?"

"I brew it up just special for YOU, my love," Derek joked as he felt his
still-hard cock slip from Buddy's talented lips.

"Now you know why I love THIS end so much," Bobby laughed as he finally
slipped from Derek's hot, tired ass.

"Yes but...EVERY MORNING?" Derek hugged the two naked little sex imps to
him. He couldn't love two young boys more if he were their actual father.

"Would you rather we stalked up and down the street looking for sex, like
Bunny does every night?" Bobby questioned.

"Bunny's a very sexually liberated GIRL and she's sixteen," Derek told
them. "You two gotta be careful, there are gay men on this island who would
just LOVE to rip your ass to shreds. Bunny's MADE to be fucked...little
boys of eleven AREN'T."

"How was breakfast?" Bobby taunted his brother, amused at Derek's cum still
clinging to his forelocks and ear, depite Buddy's best effort to wipe it
off onto the sheets.

"It SUCKED, fucker," Buddy complained.

"Hey, you two...how about you horny little fuckers shuttling off to the
kitchen; get Eric to HELP you make breakfast while I shave and shower?"
Derek proposed. He'd allmost included "get dressed" at the end of his
morning "to do" list. Living daily, for several weeks now, in total, naked,
nudity took some getting used to.


"Lonnie Wells..." Dr. Mike Warren read from the list of the ten boys taking
part in Pooh Bear Tea.

"Present, sir," Lonnie responded.

"Loren Wells..."

"Here..."

"Andre Santos..."

"apresentar..." Andre called out loudly

"Alesandro Santos..."

"Estou presente também..." Alesandro replied.

"I...beg your pardon?" Dr. Mike looked at the naked little boy.

"He's here too," Andre translated for the good doctor.

"Gino Milano..."

"Presente..."

"Gianni Milano..."

"Presente..." Gianni called out.

"Jesse Janson..."

"Present."

"Jamie Janson..."

"He had to take a piss, he'll be right back," Jesse answered for his
brother.

"Buddy Bristol..." Silence. "Buddy Bristol," Dr. Mike called more
loudly. "Bobby Bristol...?" the doctor tried the other American twin.

"Wouldn't you know, the yanks are always late...been that way since the
Japs went on the rampage back in the thirties," Alec McKee whispered to his
English counterpart.

"Anyone know where the Bristol twins might be?" Dr. Mike questioned as he
saw Jamie Janson return from the restroom.

"The massage parlor, probably getting their morning rubdown," Austin Palmer
commented.

Suddenly there was a commotion in the back as Derek and the Bristol twins
made their grand, raucous entrance through the clinic meeting room's
swinging double doors. "Sorry...sorry we're late, we...  rush hour
traffic..." Derek made excuses as he and the boys took their seats.

"Rush hour? On Ecstasy?" Steve Mathis laughed.

"Buddy and Bobby Bristol reporting for duty as ordered," Buddy piped up
smartly.

"Too good to take the bus like the rest of us blokes?" Lonnie Wells
commented under his breath but loudly enough for the American contingent to
hear. The night before there had developed a little resentment that all the
other Pooh Bear boys lived in a dorm-like setting while the American boys
had a huge, sparkling white, ultra-contemporary villa on the main island in
the "ritzy" part of town. The fact that the Americans were now holding up
things didn't help.

"Okay...okay...well...welcome to Ecstasy and welcome to Cox Pharm R & D
Labratories," Mike Warren began.

"What's R & D?" Loren asked boldly.

"Research and development, of course," Jamie Janson explained.

"Right...research and development...I'm sorry, I keep forgetting how new
you all are to all this," Dr. Mike backtracked. "I'll try to keep this
briefing as simple as possible.

"Yeah, the Yanks are still asleep," Loren joked as Derek gave the kid a
dirty look. Already the boy was NOT one of Derek's favorite people, despite
the fact the kid was mouthwateringly cute.

"To go on, you've probably been told very little so far. This briefing,
indeed all our research here, is...well, if we were the U.S. government, it
would be 'top secret.' We simply call it 'highly
confidential'. Derek...this is especially for you...P.R. is one thing, but
not a word of this is to appear in print. Understand?"

Derek nodded, a little miffed that the doctor would think he lacked the
good judgment to censor himself.

"Fine...now...the name of the drug we're researching is Testalon," Mike
continued. "The purpose of the drug is quite simply to hasten the natural
process of pubescence by a couple years. That's why all you boys are
between the ages of ten and twelve years old. However we have a problem in
conducting such research in that the results we want to study happen
naturally, of course, and at different rates in different boys. Boys have
been known to start exhibiting evidence of pubesence as young as eight or
nine, and in some cultures...especially in the United States, age ten or
eleven is surprisingly common.

"I knew a boy started shooting his cum when he was nine," Jesse Janson
volunteered.

"Shhhhhhhhh..." Jack Jordan hushed him.

"No that's okay, it's pertinant and I expect...even welcome...a little give
and take," Dr. Mike allowed.

"Remember, he said a LITTLE..." Lonnie Wells reminded his British
compatriot.

"Thank you...Lonnie...or is it...Loren?" Dr. Mike responded smiling.  He
was starting to like his new research assignment.

"Loren..."

"No, I'm Loren, he's Lonnie..." Lonnie argued.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP," Alec McKee had learned how and when to call a halt to
that game."

"In any case, by using twins, who presumably will mature at the same rate,
and by testing only one boy in each set, we can easily ascertain any sexual
development which is drug-induced apart from natural development. Thus in
each pair, one of you boys will be given a placebo...that's an inactive or
'fake' drug while the other receives the test drug. You won't know which of
you is being tested and which one is merely being observed. In fact, as we
begin, this will be a 'blind' test, even the doctors administering the
program won't know which of you is the test subject and which is the
control subject. Of course, as the tests continue and the researchers begin
to look at data, we, and eventually, YOU, will realize which of you is
being given the drugs."

"We gonna get SHOTS?" Jesse Janson asked skeptically.

"No...no shots...all drugs will be administered through the skin...which it
would appear all you beautiful young creatures have in good supply," the
doctor joked as the boys looked about them at one another's naked little
boy-bodies and laughed. "You'll each be wearing a small, round, adhesive
patch with a small gauze pad in the middle. You'll be comming here every
two or three days for us to...look you over...check your vitals...perhaps
change your patch...half-hour to an hour at most...just long enough for us
to update our data. Other than that you'll hardly be aware you're being
tested.

"What if we start growing huge, gianormous, big cocks and lots of hair all
over our bodies and...and...?" one of the Wells boys (of course) wanted to
know.

"Whoa...we're not creating Frankensteinian monsters here," Mike hushed the
boys as they all laughed. "For test purposes, we're going for subtle
changes, much more rapid than normal, but not outlandish. In fact, we'll
not be testing Testalon as a compound, (we already know it works) but it's
various components, trying to decide what element causes what result so we
can customize it to our needs."

"Your needs?" Derek questioned, his reporter's instincts pricked.

"These tests are costing Cox Pharm millions of dollars, of course we'll be
focusing on the needs of the company," Dr. Mike replied cautiously.

"And what might those needs entail," Derek pursued his line of questioning.

Mike took a deep breath. "As you may already know, Cox Pharm manufactures a
drug called Penifed, one of the components of which is immature sperm. At
the moment, only sperm from ejaculating young boys up to age fourteen or
fifteen is suitable for use. We hope to broaden that window of viability by
a couple years, thus insuring an adequate supply for eventual mass
production of the drug, the demand for which is
uncertain...indeed...unknowable at this time.

"And what might this...Penifed...what is the nature of this stuff...what
does it do?" Derek asked, not so much as a reporter but as a responsible
guardian of two vulnerable young boys.

"We're getting a little off-topic here but I don't doubt there is a great
deal of curiosity so let me explain," Mike continued. "Penifed is a topical
cream applied to the genital area of young boys on a daily basis starting
about the age of two or three...uhhh...let me see...Gino...Gianni...you two
wanna come up here, please."

The boys shyly looked at one another then gazed about the room. Then they
somewhat reluctantly stepped to the front feeling very, very naked.

Mike rested his arms around the two petite young boys lovingly. "You two
want to stroke yourselves and get your cocks hard for us?"

"What?" Gianni gasped.

"Really?" Gino looked up at Dr. Mike in surprise.

"Go ahead, we won't look," Mike joked.

The boys complied, and in a minute or two, the prolonged effects of Penifed
were readily apparent.

"Gianni, here, has had Penifed applied to his magnificent young procreative
appendage for about eight years now.  His brother Gino has not.  As you can
see, Gino, as the control unit in the tests, has about four inches in his
erect state while his brother, Gianni, about six or more."

There was a murmur of surprise among both men and boys.

"You two may return to the group," Dr. Mike released them. "Gianni, you may
stop stroking now..."

Everyone laughed.

"As you can see, Penifed works and works well," Mike continued. "Genital
development is enhanced approximately 50%...more in some boys over a longer
period. We've seen sixty or seventy percent in some cases. Now, the Penifed
cream for each test subject requires the immature sperm of approximately
ten young boys on a daily basis. Today, right here in this facility, Cox
Pharm 'milks' about eighty such boys. Obviously we can't go into
large-scale production with such a meager supply. We're going to need,
hundreds, probably several THOUSAND such boys. Therefore, increasing the
time span over which these boys can produce viable sperm is critical to our
plans."

"So you're developing one drug to facilitate the production of another, is
that it?" Derek questioned.

"Essentially, yes," Mike nodded uncomfortably.

Derek had the urge to probe the moral implications of what Cox Pharm was
proposing but decided this was not the time nor the place, so he let the
matter drop. It was easy to see why Cox Pharm wanted to keep their tests
"highly confidential."

"You guys gonna jack us off every day so you can get our sperm?" Jamie
Janson questioned.

"Well, not as a part of this test, and perhaps not you, personally, but we
do value the sexual emissions of pubescent young boys quite highly,"
Dr. Mike confessed.

"OOooooo, I can't WAIT to start shooting cum," Jesse giggled in
anticipation.

The others in the room laughed.

"The boys DO find the act of contributing to the cause quite pleasurable,"
Mike assured Jesse and the others. "Now, back to the tests. In addition to
increasing and assuring a ready supply of...  boycum...as it's commonly
called, we're also interested in greatly increasing the number of boys like
yourselves...much younger boys that we currently employ, in staffing
Ecstasy Island, as our clientele grows, and in allowing EcstasyInc to
develop additional resort properties much like Ecstasy nearby and, indeeed,
around the world. Derek, I'm sure you're already aware of this, but for the
benifit of the others, EcstasyInc, and Cox International are currently
negotiating for additional island properties to come under the Land of
Ecstasy flag, for which Cox Pharm will be expected to...'grow' several
hundred young boys to satisfy the sexual needs of our sister organization,
EcstasyInc. Our client studies show a demand for ever younger and younger
boys, able to ejaculate and bearing SOME traits of pubesence but not ALL
such traits."

"I beg your pardon?" Derek again interupted. This was news to him. "How
young?"

"We're hoping to develop boys with...how should I put this...larger than
normal cocks but NOT fully developed adolescent physical attributes," Mike
continued. "To put it in layman's terms, we want boys of ten or eleven with
good-sized cocks, able to shoot cum, maybe a little peach fuzz, but not
enough to get...stuck in your teeth, if you know what I mean..."

The adults laughed, even a couple of the boys found his comment humorous.

"Moreover, we hope to extend the process of...pubing out, so to
speak...over a period of several years, rather than several
months...starting perhaps around age ten and continuing to around age
sixteen or longer," Mike continued. "Men seem to find the period of puberty
quite sexually exciting."

"What about the problem of anal intercourse?" Derek persisted, knowing full
well, even with young teens, cocks too big and asses too small was a
chronic problem."

"What about it?" Mike challenged him.

"One word...hemmorhoids," Derek reminded the doctor.

"One word...Preparation-H." Mike replied.

"Don't get fuckin' smug with me, doctor, you know there's a hell of a lot
more to it than that," Derek shot back.

"So far, as Nancy Reagan advised, 'just say no' seems to work out pretty
well." Dr. Mike countered.

"Maybe, for teenagers, but you go stocking Ecstasies worldwide with cute
litttle ten-year-old boys exposed to big, horny, twenty-year-old gay
MEN...with all due respect, you're gonna have an ...excuse the
bluntness...a very bloody size discrepency on your hands."

"We're working to deal with that problem," Mike told him, in effect
confirming Derek's assessment that there would, indeed, BE a problem.

"And just how might that be?" Derek pursued the doctor with a reporter's
dogged determination.

"Genetic research and testing," Mike countered obliquely.

"Genetic research and testing..." Derek mimicked him. "That's quite the
meaningless catchall phrase around here. As you said, this all stays within
this room, so you suppose you let us all know just what the hell goes on
downstairs in your 'secret' labs."

Mike paused, not having expected a hostile reception, and from one of their
"own," at that.

"We're breeding bigger assholes; you wanna make a contribution?"