Date: Fri, 21 Dec 2012 00:56:41 -0500 From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com> Subject: EcstasyInc Chapter 15 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 15 "What the hell was that all about?" Dr. Mike Warren exploded in Derek's face once the boys had moved on to the clinic for their comprehensive physical exams. "Whose side are you ON here anyway?" "I'm on the BOYS' side, if that matters," Derek told the doctor calmly. "Seeing as how I'm the only PARENT here...albeit merely a STEP parent..." "You put me through HELL out there...Cox Pharm will probably have my ASS if any of this becomes public knowledge," the doctor worried. "My lips are sealed, but your little discourse did answer a lot of questions I've been pondering," Derek reassured the man. "Listen, if you have any MORE questions like that, you go to the man upstairs, don't come to me," Mike told him, "I'm just a pill-pushing research associate, in this case trying to ease the mind of a few frightened young boys in there right now getting their naked little boy-bodies poked and probed by a bunch of neophyte interns barely ten years older than they are." "Don't the long-term implications of all this worry you just a little bit?" Derek questioned. "I don't get PAID to worry about long-term implications," Dr. Mike retorted, "and for that matter, neither do YOU." "Doesn't it bother you that these boys are being treated like...like CATTLE, not the twins particularly, but...the horny little boys you herd in here every morning and MILK...your words... of their...'precious bodily fluids'...to quote Dr. Strangelove." "Dr. Who?" "NOT Dr. Who, Dr. Strangelove," Derek sneered in frustration. "He work here?" Mike asked. "No...oh forgodsakes, he was a character in a movie by..." Derek started to explain but decided he was talking to a man from a distant generation, possibly a distant planet, and obviously a man too busy studying medical textbooks to ever poke his nose into classic film archives, who wasn't even BORN when Stanley Kubrick did his thing. "Never mind...I don't have time for this, I've got two little boys in there to mother..." "And neither do I," Dr. Mike told him, briskly snapping shut the metal cover to his clipboard. "By the way, they'll be poking and probing YOU too so..." "WHAT?!" Derek reacted in not so quiet anguish. "And drawing blood...with VERY big needles," Mike added in spiteful amusement. Derek rushed off, into the clinic where three interns were, indeed drawing several ampules of blood from each boy as each bravely did his best not to cry in front of his friends, although the needles were not as intimidating as Dr. Mike had implied. "They said no SHOTS!" Buddy Bristol lamented in outrage as Derek returned. "They're not shots, they're merely drawing blood," Derek explained, knowing full well the distinction would be lost on such a boy at such a moment. "Why do they want my BLOOD?" Bobby questioned as he waited nervously in line. "For tests...to make sure you're healthy...so they can test it again later and compare..." Derek made up excuses as fast as his layman's mind could propigate them. "How MUCH later? Every day?" Buddy worried, his blood pressure no doubt cresting somewhere in the lower stratosphere. "No...Buddy, I don't know...there...why don't you ask the doctor...or whatever he is," Derek replied in barely controled frustration lessened not in the least by his contemplation of a fate identical to that of the twins. "Next..." "Doctor, sir, how often you gotta do this?" Buddy did, indeed ask. "Blood draw? Once a month I think...or every six weeks...I'm not sure," the kid with the syringe playing doctor told Buddy. "You know how to draw blood?" Derek questioned. "What?" the intern looked at him blankly. "First you need a red colored pencil," Derek joked to relieve the tension. Buddy laughed. The doctor didn't. Instead he tightly wrapped an elastic band around the boy's upper arm and tied a knot. "Ouch!" "I haven't even DONE anything yet," the doctor noted in dismay. "That rubber band...it hurts," Buddy quickly gave him to know. "Straighten your arm and make a fist," the twenty-something intern ordered. "And quit the fuckin' fidgiting." "Nice bedside manner," Derek observed. "Keep your comments to yourself; remember, YOU'RE next," the humorless "neophyte intern" told him. "I'm sometimes PAINFULLY inept at this." Derek took the man's advice. "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" the doctor tried to display a modicum of comforting. He released the tournequet then quickly placed a bandage over the wound as he withdrew the needle. "The rubber thingie hurt worse than the needle," Buddy reported for Derek's benifit as his stepfather seated himself for his turn. "Why do you want MY blood, I'm the boy's stepfather," Derek explained, hoping to eliminate the need for his own painful encounter. "I'm no blood relative." "You ever fuck your boys?" Derek took a deep breath sighing, "poke away." The blood draw (minus the red colored pencils) was just the beginning. It was noon before all the interviews, urine samples, and other medical data were collected. "Lunch time," Dr. Mike announced to his group of bandaged little boys and their adult babysitters. "In the cafeteria...follow me." "Nice ass," Bobby observed softly to Derek as they headed to the rear of the building overlooking the lagoon. "Ugh...healthy stuff," Buddy judged as he critiqued the offering along the buffet. "You ever see so much RABBIT food in your bloody life?" He'd picked up some of their more colorful verbiage from his British friends. "Don't mention BLOOD," Bobby winced as he nonetheless grabbed a plate and covered it with romaine. "It's better known as hospital food, but I see what you mean...even the salad dressing looks anemic," Derek noted. "I said don't mention..." Bobby even objected to Derek's oblique reference to the red stuff. "Sorry," Derek laughed as he chose a Polynesian salad entree over Buddy's "rabbit food." "Mind if we join you?" Alec McKee asked as he and his Aussie entourage hovered over the big round table seating six near the center of the room. "Cool," Buddy beamed as Lonnie Wells sat down next to him. "At least YOU guys speak English...sort of." "Two countries separated by a common language, as Churchill put it," Alec smiled, seating himself next to Derek, "although I think he was referring to Americans and the British, not Aussies." "I find your accent strangely sexy," Bobby congratulated their guests. "You find EVERYTHING starngely sexy," Buddy noted for the record, "'specially the STRANGE part." "You're strangely sexy too," Loren Wells looked Bobby over from head to toe, "have we fucked yet?" "I don't think so...nice cock by the way." Bobby smiled, almost forgetting his "rabbit food." "I know what you mean," Lonnie Wells nodded, "I'm gettng so I don't even TRY to remember who I've orgasmed with." "I rather admired your...guts in there this morning," Alec told Derek softly as the boys carried on their own banter. "Guts had nothing to do with it, I've been getting more pissed off at...not so much Cox Pharm, but EcstasyInc for weeks now." Derek confided. "Oh, how so?" Alec asked, nibbling at his coleslaw. "The more I see...the deeper I get into this...racket...the less...sexy...it becomes," Derek parsed his words as carefully as a copy editor. "You're P.R. for Ecstasy, right?" Alec noted. Derek breathed deeply. "Right...and I'd chuck it all in a minute except that I've signed so many confidentiality agreements since I've been here Cox would sue the pants...well...if I HAD any pants, they'd sue..." "I know what you mean, it's a corporate thing...acres and acres of fine print," Alec nodded. "Cox International is a law firm masquerading as...as...whatever the hell else they got their tentacles into." "So, if I'm going to have any say...make any impact at all, I have to do it from the inside," Derek continued. "And P.R. is not exactly a decision-making position. In fact, more often than not I think I may actually be CONTRIBUTING to the problem." "And the problem is?" Alec probed as he wrestled with a very nervous Jell-O. "For all it's plush, seductively decadent sexual pleasure pretenses, Ecstasy is really little more than a...stockyard...you know what they call their sperm clinic upstairs?" Alec shook his head, his mouth too full to talk. "The MILKING PARLOR," Derek said, wishing instantly he'd not raised his voice as all converstation at the table stopped and the boys looked at him questioniingly. "What's a milking parlor?" Lonnie Wells asked in dismay. "Looks like you stepped in it, mite..." Alec noted in mild amusement. Once more Derek took a deep breath and shifted to editing mode. "Okay, you should be prepared for this, I guess," he began. "After lunch they're going to take you...probably us adults too...and hook us up to these machines...they're gonna put these...tubes down over your hard cocks and then they're gonna turn on the machines and see if they can make you ejaculate." "Ejaculate?" Loren looked at him blindly. "CUM, idiot," Lonnie nudged his brother. "And what might be the purpose of that?" Alec questioned. "God knows, I got this through the grapevine..." Derek admitted. "God save the grapevine. It's my one salavation around here. I suppose they want to make damned sure the little kiddies are really and truly pre-pubsecent, I don't know." "What happens if we should accidentally start shooting cum?" Buddy questioned seriously. "Your old man will owe Cox a good sized bundle...hell I don't know...just...don't try it, okay," Derek laughed. "Think about something unsexy." "That guy in there with the needles," Buddy decided. "Ooooooo," the boys all shivered in disgust. "You're upset about Cox Pharm's plans for Penifed?" Alec asked quietly as the boys continued their critique of the guy with the needles. "Well, that, but that ain't the HALF of it," Derek related. "The boys all seem to ENJOY that aspect, and, what the fuck, the world needs all the sexual pleasure and big boy-cocks Cox Pharm can genetically engineer. No, what bothers me the most is their near total disregard for their... breeding stock...the boys...ten year old little boys," Derek nodded at the twins. "The 'working boys' around here are twelve to sixteen, and many of them...maybe even MOST of them...are barely able to cope emotionally with...what's expected of them sexually. Can you imagine adding a pack of sexually engineered little fucks like these to the mix. If the clientele around here didn't eat them alive, the older boys WOULD." "The boys here have mental problems?" Alec questioned in surprise. "Oh...they survive...and on the surface, seem to LIKE what they do. I mean, what teenaged boy doesn't enjoy fuckin' his balls off? But...once you've been here for a while, once you've gotten to know some of them, once you've FUCKED a few of them...you see it. It's subtle...well...sometimes NOT so subtle...I know at least THREE...no...FOUR pleasure boys here who are downright suicidal. Ronon...you met him when you first came here...Ronon Parker has to watch them like a mother hen...no sharp objects, no great heights, the lagoon is actually off limits to these troubled souls." "No deaths, I hope," Alec frowned. "No...not yet...but..." Derek worried. "And the P.R., you have any idea what torture I'M in for if ...no...WHEN one manages to go overboard?" "You making contingency plans?" Alec suggested. "My second day on the job," Derek sighed. "Okay...boys...men...I hope you're all done stuffing yourselves, it's time to move on," Dr. Mike announced in a loud voice from the front of the room. "How many of you boys would like to have the strongest, most powerful orgasm you've ever had in your life?" "He ain't fuckin' KIDDING either," Derek confided to Alec quietly. "The milking parlor, I presume?" Alec smiled. "They probably won't insist, but you really ought to try this thing," Derek suggested privately, "it's an experience you'll not soon forget." Once Dr. Mike had settled the uproar among the boys his enticement had provoked, he led them and their mentors down to the main floor to a huge lab, which had much the appearance of a giant dental clinic with dozens of "chairs" surrounded by a mind-bobbling array of unfriendly looking diagnostic equipment. "Boys, I'd like each of you to choose a...chair...bed...whaever you wanna call it and stretch out then stroke your cocks get'em nice and hard and...don't go having orgasms on me now...just...get'em as big and hard as you can," Dr. Mike ordered, "then a technician will be around to get you hooked up." "These bloody fuckers gonna make us CUM?" Lonnie Wells, who'd heard Derek's discourse, wanted to know. "God, I hope not," Dr. Mike laughed. "Orgasm, yes, cum...ejaculate, no..." "Cool, a cocksuckin' machine," Bobby giggled as one of the "needle guys" fitted his cock with a clear plastic suction tube. "I've heard about these babies...better than my fuckin' SISTER." "Any of you guys wanna give it a try?" Dr. Mike ask the boys' adult mentors. The four men looked at one another in uncertain dismay then to Derek, whom they seemed to have all unconsciously and unofficially elected their leader. "Go for it," Derek smiled, "it's great...hell...I've done it before, but I'm game for a return engagement." he volunteered, freeing the mental logjam of reluctance on the part of the others. "Hook me up, doc, size XXXL, and use the gallon jug receptical, I'm liable to FLOOD this fucker." Derek's joining them seemed to relieve the tension in the room among the boys as well, as they watched the men joining them in their tests. "Boys...gentlemen...the purpose of this test is not, hopefully, to collect sperm, as is usually the case every morning when we hook up the working boys," Dr. Mike explained once they were all naked, ready, and waiting to be "milked." "No, what we want to do is to begin an ongoing record of your response to acute sexual stimulation." "I'm the cutest, I'll probably cum first," Loren Wells proclaimed loudly. "A-cute, not cute," Lonnie quickly chided his brother. "BOYS!" Alec McKee quickly barked from his own reclining position across a wide aisle from his loudmouthed charges. "Now, let me warn you all, this is going to be fast, furious, and WILDLY...pleasurable...ACUTELY pleasurable, right, Derek?" Mike continued. "Excruciating," Derek one-upped the doctor, not overstating the ordeal in the least. "You've all had orgasms before I hope, right?" Dr. Mike continued for the benifit of the boys, in the unlikely event he might have any completely innocent young boy hooked up. A chorus of nervously amused little boys quickly put his mind at ease. "Good, now when I engage the pneumatic collectors, you're going to each feel a pulsating suction along with a rotating ring that moves up and down the length of your cock while vibrating at a gradually increasing rate. You'll also feel a warm, liquid lubricant." "Hooooo fuck, if only I was twelve years old again," Jack Jordan sighed. "Before we go further let me confess, we've never used this equipment on boys as young as yourselves. In fact, we had to have manufactured special tubes to handle such...petite penises...although some of you are not as petite as we'd expected," Dr. Warren joked. "We forgot how well Penifed worked...and how BIG little Brazilian boys are." "Hey, throw the switch, doc, before I cum just THINKIN' about it," Steve Mathis cried nervously as he surveyed the apparatus hovering around and about him, poised to deliver such pleasure. "One more thing...boys...please...try to control yourselves," Mike pleaded. "Don't, under any circumstances touch the equipment...it's automatic, it'll turn itself off when you've reached the pinacle of your sexual response, and...please...try to keep your voices down...this many of you... all orgasming at once...we don't want to disturbed all the exorbitantly paid PhDs snoozing...I mean, WORKING just one floor up." "Is it gonna hurt?" Bobby worried. "Not really, it's intense but...not quite what you'd call painful," Dr. Mike sought to comfort the boy. "Okay...five...four...three...two...one..." he threw the switch. "Gentlemen, start your orgasms." "Hey...it works...just like he said," Buddy Bristol giggled as he watched his cock getting sucked by a machine. "Weird..." Bobby reacted. "Don't you mean, wired?" Lonnie Wells suggested. "Feels good..." Loren smiled up at Dr. Mike as he passed by, checking each boy's fittings. "Feels GREAT," Jamie Jansen corrected as he shuddered at the first pangs of naked sexual pleasure. "Ohhhh fuck, I love it," Jesse gushed, unable to wipe a growing smile from his delicate, sweet face. "Better'n my gal Sal back in Brisbane," Alec McKee told Derek as the cock socket did its thing on his rigid sexual appendage. "Just wait, you ain't seen...felt...NOTHING yet...ohhhhhpppp fuckkkkk," Derek moan as he began to feel the effects. From the far side of the room they suddenly heard a loud howl of sexual pleasure. "Damn...talk about a hair-trigger...that was less than 30 seconds," Dr. Mike noted. "One of the Brazil nuts...probably BOTH his nuts...just nutted...or tried to," one of the tech guys joked. "Check him out...make sure," Dr. Mike ordered hastily. "Ohhhhh my godddddd....ohhhh fuuuucccckkkkkkk....fuccckkk....fuccckkkk," Buddy Bristol began to squirm. "Don't disconnect on me, kid," Dr. Mike worried as he watched the naked little boy growing sexually restless. "Okay? Hang in there...usually takes about two minutes, three tops, then it'll be all over." "This bloody thing's IN-fuckin-CREDIBLE!" Lonnie Wells thrashed about as the machine sucking his cock began delivering some of the swelling sexual pleasure promised. "Ohhhhhhh fuck, I never felt...ahghehaooeirhhahaheh god, anything......ahhheiiaieirhghieh...so...sooo, ohhhh god, the feeling, the feeling, ahghahehiriioiaoehhghhhhhh..." "This thing's gonna make me cum," Bobby worried as he struggled to endure its pleasure, "Ohhhh god, Derek...Derek...Derek...where are you Derek...I'm feeling it, I'm....ohahehhhhhhh god, it's...ohhh aeiiaiehrhhhhh, Derek...Derek...!!!" "It's okay, you're not gonna cum...it's gonna be alright...just lie back and feel it...feel the feeling, enjoy it," Derek tried to ease the little boy's mind even as his own threatened to go into overdrive from the growing sexual tension wracking it. "Oaohhahhhh god, doc, I forgot how...aghhh, fucccckckkk...how...powerful...ahgahieiiriehahhehrh...hooooooooooo fuccckkkkkk..." "AIIIAIEHEIAIEIRIIAIHIEIAIOOIOH...AOEIAEIIRIEIHGEOOAIOEHRHEHHGIEIIGHHH...OOEIOAHOEIRHOIGH...!!!" "Another one bites the dust," one of the sex techs noted, "the pisan with the Penifed dick." "God, the kid hit 8.45," Dr. Mike noted from his iPad reading. "Penifeds always score higher," one of the other techs noted. "But he's only TEN...8.45 outta ten...for a ten-year-old," Mike marveled. "I'm feeling it...I'm getting close," Buddy gasped, trying not to cry out, "Aaooahiiih...iiieghehh oaoeioaheiiieihhhghghh god, I don't know whether I can....ahgeiaoierihaoeih....stand...gheiaiooi fuck, fuck fuckfuckfuckfuck...goeiaiaoeooooiii...oehahhehrh...AOAOEOAEIIRIGHHEHHHHHH...EIIGHEH FUCCCCKKKK...TURN IT OFFF....TURN IT OFF...GOEIAIEIERIIEOHOGOEOIIHAOO...GOD...GOD, PLEASE...TURN IT...IT...GIEIAIEIRIOOAOEIHHHAHHIIIIEIIAIHEHHAHEHHHGHGHHEHAHEIIGHHHHH..." Buddy's sexual anguish built to a screaming wail as his slender little boy-body seemed to explode off the couch, heaving, thrusting, twisting, trembling, gyrating wildly in the throes of the most intensely powerful orgasm he'd ever endured. "DOCCC!!!" Derek cried out, not so much in his own growing pleasure but in realizing the siesmic pleasure his stepson was enduring. "HELP HIM, DOC, HE'S...AOGIEAHEOROIEIHHGHH...GOING OVER THE TOP...GHEOAIEHRHOHAOEIIAEIRHGHHEHAHEHH...IOEIAIEIAOAEIHRHEHHH...LIIEIAIEHHOAOEOEOIHHGHEHH, FUCK, FUCK, FUCCCCCCKKKK...AGIEAIOEIHROAIEHRHHHEHHAEIIO...GHOEAOHEHRIEIGHEHH...AIEIOGHOEIH!!!" Derek felt his concern for Buddy slipping as he screamed out his own horrific sexual agony. The first wave of excruciating orgasmic pleasure rolled over him, coursing through from his cock to his brain repeatedly as his tortued hard man-cock disgorged one massive blast of cum after another, each more devastatingly pleasurable than the one before. Derek's befogged mind counted seven incredibly hard spurts and then three more lesser squirts, followed by several more oozing spasms of man-cum all neatly sucked up by the ruthless device on his hard, throbbing cock. "OooaoeoIOAOIOEIHGHEHHHH... OOAOEIHHRHEHHH....GET THIS FUCKER OFF ME BEFORE I RIP IT ALL TO HELL!" he cried out as, to his relief, he watched one of the sex techs ease Buddy's device from the boy's cock, but in doing so, delaying his own relief. "Not bad, your son scored a 6.64...you, on the other hand...9.05," Dr. Mike read off their statistics. "What'd you do last time?" "How the fuck should I know...hooooaooeohhahh god, remind me NOT to volunteer for this shit again," Derek watched as he too was relieved of his suction tube. "I mean...I like sex as well as the next guy but this..." "Cumming...cummming, cumming...CUMMMING...CUMMMMMMMMMMMMIINNNNNNGGGG...CUMMMMMMMMMINGGG... GBOIEIAOIEHOIH...OOIAIHEAOIHRFEOHR GOD...CUMMMMINNNGGG...AGUJEAEREAOOEIRHEOIH...IIEIGHOEH, HOOEAOEIRHOAIEHROIH CUMMING, CUMMING, CUMMMING...OAOEOHAHEIIROAEIHR FUCKKKKKK...CUMMMMING!!" Bobby screamed out his brand of little boy sexual pleasure. He wasn't actually SHOOTING any cum, it just FELT that way, his tortured young boy-body writhing in anguish approaching the sexual pain he had been so worried about. "6.64...amazing...exactly the same as your twin," Dr. Mike noted. "Took a few seconds more but..." Things were now reaching a fevered pitch. The lab was in an uproar as boy after boy, man after man exploded in the incredible sexual ecstasy for which the island was named. "We have a WINNER," one of the sex techs cried out, "The Aussie guy just hit...my god, 9.86... nearly blew it off the CHARTS!" "Nearly blew ME back to Australia," Alec McKee shuddered even as the lingering effects triggered a long series of mini-orgasms, each nearly as powerful as what he usually felt when he shot his cum. "And our little Brit here...you sure this is right?" Mike questioned. "8.77?" the sex tech read back the data. "8.77...that's what I read too. Which one...Jamie? Jamie Janson," Dr. Mike noted on his aluminum clipboard data sheet. "And in the junior division, little Jamie Janson from the British Isles just orgasmed at an incredible 8.77. That, I believe, is within a point or two of the all time juvenile record, which I'm embarrassed to say, I don't recall at the moment." "8.8," one of the sex techs supplied the missing statistics. There was a surprisingly subdued round of applause, even a little cheering. It lasted but a few seconds before quickly subsiding into lethargic moans. All around, men and boys alike struggled to cope with what Derek had clearly understated as "excruciating" sexual pleasure. "Guess who holds the record," Dr. Mike winked at Derek. Derek was too blissed out to even respond. "Your cute young friend," Mike continued. "Who? Ronon?" Derek guessed. "Nope," Mike shook his head, "his obnoxious little...'husband'."