Date: Wed, 2 Jan 2013 00:47:05 -0500 From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com> Subject: EcstasyInc Chapter 19 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 19 "What was your TTO? Mine was 4:49." Lonnie Wells bragged as the boys climbed back into the limo still parked next to the elevator in the basement garage of Cox Pharm. "What's a TTO?" Jamie asked, settling in tightly beside his cocksucking friend. "Time to orgasm," Buddy explained, having overheard the doctors. "Mine was 1:42." "1:42? You're shittin' me, 1:42?" Lonnie cried in dismay. That was way less than HALF his own time. "I was 5:16," Loren reported. "The doctors gave you ALL orgasms?" Jack asked the boys in surprise. "They were testin' how fast we could cum. "I did a 3:41," Jesse Janson crowed. "I wonder if they're gonna give the boys blowjobs EVERY time," Austin asked his co-father. "I'm gonna protest," Jack sighed. "You think that's unnecessary?" Austin asked in concern. "NO, I want in on the action too," Jack laughed. "I'll bet I could cum in less than five." "When we get back, I'll time ya," Austin joked. "Then you can do me." "I'll do you NOW," Andre Santos volenteered. Austin chuckled. "Alright, kid, go for it. Jack time him. If anyone can make me cum fast, it'll be one of these hot little lats." "GO!" Jack cried once Andre was on his knees between Austin's knees, his lips poised at the tip of the man's soaring hard man-cock. "FUUUUCUCCCCKKKKK!!" Austin cried in joyful pleasure as the boy sucked down on him, easily taking nearly two-thirds of his eight-inch pleasure probe. "Ohhhhh man, where you been all my life!" "Back home, learnin' to suck cocks," Alesandro joked as he watched his brother dive into one hell of a blowjob. "Do that thing with your tongue like Mario showed us." "Maaaannnn...do me next," Gino Milano cried as he watched and learned. "Hey, I'm next, fucker," Jack insisted, keeping one eye on his colleague and one on his wristwatch. "One minute...don't think you're gonna beat Buddy's time." "Fuck, nobody could beat HIS time, the kid's a orgasm ROBOT, pop in a nickle, he squirms and squeals all over the place," Austin joked. "Ohhhh fuck this one sure knows his way around a cock, that's for sure." "Do it to him, Andre, make him cum, drink his cum," Alesandro urged on his brother. "The kids like suckin' us, they get a nice hot load of Duralon cum for their effort," Jack laughed, eyeing several of the boys who had sucked his cock at various times during the past week. "This one is well on his way to that," Austin squirmed, feeling the effects of one talented set of lips on his sexual appendage. "Two minutes..." Jack reported. "GO, GO, GO, GO, GO!" The boys started chanting. "Ohhhhh fuck, feelin' good, kid, feelin' gooooood," Austin complimented the little boy sucking his cock, "do it to me, kid, do it to me, do it to me, boy, suck me off, suck me off, suck that fucker, ohhh yeah, yeah, that's it, boy, that's it...oghhehahehh god, the kid is good, ahhghah fuck, your big brother...what's his name...really taught you good." "Mario," Alesandro filled in the blank in Austin's sex-sotted brain, "he really good cocksucker." "Mario suck you boys a lot?" Jack questioned. "Every night before we go to sleep," Alesandro told them. "Then he lets us suck him sometimes." "Does he now?" Jack laughed. "That was kind of him?" "No longer. He still back in Rio," Alesandro misunderstood Jack's joking comment. "Ohhhh fuck, boy, yeah, doin' it to me, man, gettin' me ready, ohahhehhh god, yeah, get ready kid, you're about to get a mouthful. Ohhhhhh yeah, yeah, yeah, how'my doin', Jack? Austin gasped as his orgasm swelled within him, ready to burst any second. "Coming up on three...2:55, 2:56, 2:57..." "oOOAOOAHEAERIAIHRHEHHAHEHRHH CUMMMMING...CUMMMMMINNNNNGGG...AHGEOAIEHROIH GOD, MAKIN' ME, CUM, AHGHEHHAH FUCK, FUCCCCKKKKK...FUCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" Austin cried out, facefucking his cocksucker brutally almost. "We'll call it 2:58," Jack announced. "Not bad for an old man!" "On DURALON!" Buddy noted for the record, still claiming the limosine record for the fastest cum. "OHAHEHHRHEHHHHHH GOD, KID, AHGHOEIAHEORIH FUUUCCK, THIS LITTLE FUCKER...GHAOIEORIAOIEH GOD, THIS LITTLE FUCKER DON'T LET UP, OHHHAHH GOD, YEAH, SUCK ME, BOY, SUCK ALL THAT WHITE HOT MAN CUM RIGHT OUTTA MY FUCKIN' COCK, KID, GHAOEIHROIH YEAH, ANDRE, SUCK IT, SUCK IT, SUCK THAT FUCKER, KEEP MAKIN' ME CUM, OAHHEORIH FUCK, I LOVE A NICE LONG ORGASM, MAN, AOGHEAOOEIRHOIHHH GOD, AHHHH YEAH, YEAH, YEAHHHHHhhhhhhhh," Austin heaved and thrust, nearly squirming out of his seat as Andre did his best. "I had a LONGER orgasm," Bobby insisted "...musta gone on for FIVE MINUTES or more." "Shiiiiiit, nobody ever had a five minute orgasm...no one in the history of orgasms ever had one over TWO minutes, I bet," Buddy Bristol insisted. "Wellll...FELT like five minutes," Bobby nonetheless insisted. "Mine felt like FOUR," Jesse Janson guessed. "How was that," Andre asked impishly, as he finally lifted his lips from Austin's cock, his eyes turned upward seeking approval. "Mucho grande!" Austin sighed, patting the boy on the head. "Uhhhh, Austin, the kid speaks Portugese, not Spanish," Jack laughed. "I suck YOU now?" Andre turned to Jack. "Err...okay...no...wait...let's make this a competition between brothers...Alesandro...you wanna do the honors?" Jack asked, offeriing his throbbing hard cock to the boy next to him. "Andre better cocksucker than I," Alesandro graciously complimented his brother, though nonetheless slipping to the carpeted floor of the limo and taking his position between Jack's widely spread legs. "Check you watch," Jack instructed the still somewhat sexually dazed Austin. "Jamie, you keep an eye on the time too, let's keep this honest." "We're almost back home," Jesse worried as the limo continued. "Slow down," he urged the driver. "GO!" Austin cried as Alesandro slipped Jack's cock between his lips and started rapidly sucking the massive cudgel. "God, the kid'd deep-throating me right off the fuckin' BAT!" Jack cried in surprise as he watched nearly three-fourths of his cock disappear down the kid's throat with every stroke. "Ohhhhh fuck, this one is a cocksucking wild man...err...boy...fuuuuuccckkkk whatever, ohhhhh fuck, he's one hell of a...ahgheohoaiehroiaeh my god, what this little fucker is doin' to my fuckin' COCK!" "Mario do that too," Andre insisted. "He choke me...I no take all cock." "God, I hate it when ten-year-olds can do stuff I can't," Jack gasped as he watched Alesandro repeatedly engulf nearly the entire length of his massive cock with each stroke "One minute," Austin reported. "Suck him, suck him, suck him, SUCK HIM, SUCK HIM, SUCK HIM!" The boys began their chant once again as the limo pulled to a stop in the carport beneah the dorm. "Hurry up, the chauffeur get's overtime when he has to wait," Austin joked. "I'm tryin'," Jack grunted as his pleasure grew more intense with every deep stroke of Alesandro's bobbing head on his cock. "The Brazil Nuts are the best cocksuckers on the island," Buddy laughed, using the nickname that had pretty much been accepted by all the boys in the group. "Shoot your cum, Jack, give him your cum, just flood the place," Buddy urged as he watched Jack begin heaving and thrusting his slender pelvis up off the seat, as if to feed still more of his cock down the Brazilian boy's gulping throat. "Man...aohhahhhh mannnnn, the kid's doin' it to me, ahghahehrh fuck, I can feel the cum cummin', gettin' me close," Jack moaned in ever growing sexual pleasure, "gonna suck the cum right outta my balls, man, oogheoiaheorh fuck, boy, do it to me, do it to me, keep doin' it to me...ohhahh fuck yeah, yeah, ohahhhahh my god, feels good, ghhahehhr fuck, ahgoeiahoeirhoih, just like the first time when my sister sucked me, offfff...back in the sixth grade," Jack moaned, gheoaiehroih fuck, ohhh fuck, what a set of lips you got there kid, what a TONGUE...ohhhh god, love that tongue, boy, oahhehhahehr yeah, yeah, oghehahehrhh fuck, clear down the kid's throat, almost every time, oeho god, what a fuckin' COCKSUCKER you are, kid, oaheoirehoi fuck...fucckkkk... "Two minutes," Austin announced. "Right, two minutes," Jamie confirmed. "Come on, boy, do it to me, let's beat your brother's time, shall we?" Jack urged. "Make me cum, make me shoot it, make me shoot my cum, boy, ohhhhh yeah, do it to me, harder, faster, ooahhh yeah, yeah, yeah...doin' it, doin' it, gonna do it to me, ghhaoeihoraihe fuccckkkk...gettin' me there, boy, ogoheaoiheori god, I'm close...I'm close...closer...closer...feeling it...almost..almost, gonna do it...gonna make me cummm...gheoihaoier fuck, close..." "2:30," Austin told them. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, go for it boy, we can do it, make me cum, yeah, thirty seconds, make me...ohhh god, I think...ohhhhh fuck...ohhhh fuck...fuck...fuck...HHHAOEIRHAOHEHHRHH...MARK THE TIME...GHEOAIHOIH FUCK, SHOOTIN' SHOOTIN' SHOOTIN' MY CUMMMMMM...OHHHH FUCK, FUCK,FUCK, HE'S DOIN' IT, SUCKIN' THE CUM RIGHT OUTTA MY COCK, RIGHT UP OUTTA MY FUCKIN' BALLS, GHEOAIHEROIH YEAH, YEAH, OHHH GOD, WHAT A FUCKIN' BLOWJOB, MAN, OGHEOIAHOEIRH GOD, THE KID IS A MASTERPIECE WITH A COCK IN HIS MOUTH, GHEAOIEHROIH YEAH, YEAH, OHGHEOAOIEHROIH FUUUUCCCCKKKK...SIX SPURTS, I THINK...SEVEN, GOHIEOAIEHRO GOD, OOGHOEIAHEOR FUCCCCKKKK...SUCKIN' ME, SUCKIN' ME, SUCKIN' THE FUCK OUTTA ME, GOHHEOAIEHROH GOD, TAKIN' MY CUMMMMM...GHOEIAHOERHI FUCCCKKK...FEELS LIKE A TEN MINUTE ORGASM, BOYS, OOGIHAOEIHRO FUCK, FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCCCKKKKK......." "2:46," Jack announced the time. "I think it should be 2:45," Jamie insisted...for no good reason except to be disagreeable. "Okay, we'll call it 2:45...beat my time by a whole 13 seconds, shiiiitt..." Austin laughed as the boys opened the doors and started piling out. "You know, don't you, we're gonna have a whole houseful of orgasmic statisticians now?" Austin sighed as he pulled Alesandro up into his arms and kissed the boy profusely in thanks for having given him one hell of an orgasm, and in record time at that. "Sounds like fun," jack laughed. "Yeah, well, you go have your fun babysitting the little fuckers, I'm gonna take this little gem back to OUR bed and make love to him the whole rest of the afternoon...and maybe try to recover my sexual sanity...maybe even get a little rest in the hope of someday living to cum again." "You gonna live?" Dr. Mike asked Dr. Andy as the two men settled opposite one another at a cafeteria table on the Cox Pharm rear terrace overlooking the lagoon. It was beautiful. The sun was starting to set, the sky turning pinkish. "Mouth's a little sore...coffee helps," Andy reported. "Couple of those little fuckers were real...mouthfuls." "God, those Brazilians...remind me to have Dr. Moffit take a look at those cocks, Andre added about three millimeters this past week." "That's within the margin of error," Andy reminded him. "Hard to measure a ten-year-old cock with much accuracy, especially when they're just achin' to plow your throat." "Tell me about it," Mike sighed, rubbing his jaw and neck. "What do you make of the Bristol kid's TTO?" Andy finally got around to the surprise that had triggered his aching jaw. "Interesting," Mike shook his head. "Intersting, shit, it's downright...miraculous...even for a little pre-pube horntoad like Buddy Bristol. "Wish I knew for sure he was the test unit," Mike eyed his colleague. "You ever record a 1:42 TTO before?" Andy asked as if to answer Mike's question. "Could be just an annnomaly," Mike suggested. "One shot? I doubt it," Andy shook his head. "His brother had a pretty high intensity reading too. TTO was about average but..." "Wish we had an intensity on Buddy." Mike sighed, sipping his black brew. "We could call him back," Andy suggested, "...call them BOTH back." "I don't think my mouth would be up to it," Mike laughed. "Hell, hook them up to the...orgasmatron," Andy laughed, using the term they'd nicknamed the sperm harvester, "they'd LOVE that." "What, and have Ronon Parker on my back? You know he hates that thing...especially using it on the Pooh Bears," Mike dismissed the thought. "The man upstairs is gonna read the numbers on those boys and start asking questions," Andy reminded his colleague. "Any other numbers on the boys pop out at ya?" Mike asked. "Well, maybe a little peach fuzz at the base of...one of the Wells twins I think...forget which one..." Andy tried to recall. "Any voice changes?" Mike asked. "I didn't notice any, did you?" Mike shook his head. "Didn't expect any either, this soon." "We didn't expect a 1:42 TTO either," Andy reminded him, "What made you check?" Mike smiled sheepishly, "The kid was just so damned fuckin' CUTE, I couldn't resist." Andy smiled back. "Fuckin' pedophile..." "Goes with the territory," Mike sighed, unable to suppress the smirk on his face. "All in the name of medical science, of course," Andy laughed. "You know what I think we should do?" Mike suddenly spoke. "What, take up residence with them in the dorm?" Andy joked. "Damn, why didn't I think of that!" Mike laughed. "No...I wouldn't go quite that far but I DO think we ought to pay the boys a visit...tomorrow maybe...or whenever our mouths have had a chance to recover, and...take the EEG with us...run some more TTOs, checking intensities on BOTH the Bristol twins this time. We can hold what we got today for a few days...that'll let us put our findings today in perspective." "Don't we risk the Hawthorne Effect?" Andy asked in concern over their showing special interest in the Bristol boys. "You wanna suck all ten of them again...well...five anyway?" Mike asked. "Not tomorrow." Andy objected. "Or the next day, for that matter," he rubbed his sore throat and jaw. "Wait a minute, the Bristol boys aren't living at the dorm!" Mike suddenly realized. "Get hold of Derek Chandler, explain what we've found, what we wanna look at some more. We can pay Doug Bristol's horny little pups a special visit the other cock hounds won't even have to know about." "I had a call from one of the Docs over at Cox Pharm today," Derek Chandler told Doug Bristol, his husband that night over dinner once Bunny and the boys had gone off to fuck each other. "What'd they do now?" Doug rolled his eyes. Derek laughed. "Well, I guess you might put it that way, seems Buddy must have broken some kind of record or something." "What, he growing a second cock?" Doug joked. "Ever hear of a TTO?" Derek asked. Doug shook his head. "Some kind of a medical test or something?" "I guess you could say that. Stands for Time To Orgasm," Derek explained. "Seems Buddy had a TTO of one minutes and forty-two seconds." "They give the boys orgasms to check how fast they can cum?" Doug asked in surprise. "I don't think it's standard operating procedure, but seems Buddy...you know how Buddy is...Buddy volunteered his cock and the doc could't resist a quick knob job...in this case with the emphasis on QUICK." "A minute and forty-two seconds? That is pretty quick, even for Buddy," Doug agreed. "Well, anyway, the doctors...Dr. Mike did the test, I believe...anyway, it kind of...peaked their curiosity." Derek continued. "They're not sure if it's the result of one of their drugs or just a peculiarity of the boy...you know..." "Given the boy, I'd say the latter," Doug smirked. Derek laughed. "I must say, I'm inclined to agree. In any case, they want to come over and run some more tests on BOTH boys tomorrow...another TTO on them and an EEG to test for orgasmic intensity. Bobby tested pretty high for that today, 8.9, something like that I think he said. "God, I can't believe they can put numbers and decimels to something like that," Doug sighed. "With Cox Pharm, everything's by the numbers...even blowjobs," Derek smiled, getting up, starting to clear the table. "What you doin' tomorrow?" "Interviews all morning, conference call at one, meeting with Darin at two, haircut at three, then I promised to take the boys to...hell, I forget, someplace..." "Over to the dorm?" Derek guessed. "Yeah, the dorm, they wanna go fuck the other boys a few times then have dinner over there," Doug outlined the rest of his day. "I thought maybe I might sample the Pooh Bears myself, you know..." "Sort of bring your dad over so we can fuck him?" Derek smiled wryly. "You've been there, done that, I take it," Doug eyed his husband cautiously. "Oh yeah, twice..." Derek smiled. "Be sure to take your Duralon first." "What's your schedule look like?" Doug questioned, resting both hands on Derek's naked hips, gently kissing the man's lips. "Tonight, I'm free," Derek kissed him back. "Tomorrow, not so much. I'm going to be tied up all morning...at least...got a camera crew coming over...gotta watch them like a hawk." "Cox? They'll behave themselves," Doug assured him. "Nope...outsiders," Derek told him as their cocks dueled between them. "I insisted." "Outsiders? Why outsiders?" Doug asked. "I've tried working 'in house'," Derek complained. "Every time, same old same old....boooring." "You think you can trust them?" Doug worried. "Hell no," Derek shook his head seriously. "Not for a second, but I need fresh blood...fresh thinking, creative juice. I need some video that'll stir things up, something that'll knock'em dead on the Internet, not a Cox travelogue from the 1950s. That's why I said I'd be tied up all morning, and hopefully, if they're any good at all, probably most of the afternoon making sure they DON'T shooot too much action but DO shoot too much skin. I talked Cox into a production setup over in the shelter...green screen, digital editing console, sound booth, recording studio, bedroom set, spa, lights, camera, action...the whole nine yards. I've got a top tier-editor coming in next week for a free fuck-fest. I gotta have some really hot shit for him to play with when he gets here. "Boys or video?" "Both." "Well, I guess the twins will just have to fend for themselves when Dr. Mike and his friend show up," Doug shrugged. "We'll have to find someplace for Bunny, though, some place for her to fuck around...someBODY, I should say. We don't want her seducing our innocent young boys from Cox Pharm when they come over, now do we." "I love it when you talk dirty to me," Derek kissed him as the two settled softly to the carpeted floor.