Date: Thu, 15 Nov 2012 17:06:54 -0500
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: EcstasyInc Chapter 2

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 2


Cox International Australia must be flush with cash, Alec McKee decided as
a lengthy black Humvee limo picked him up in front of the Crowne Plaza
Darwin. Not only that, but the had company sprung for a suite, and the
expense allowance for Project Pooh Bear Harvest was exceedingly
generous. The 28-year-old human resource rep looked at his watch...7:45
a.m. He'd promised to pick up the Wells boys in Axelrod at nine. The place
was about 30 miles north of town. With any luck, he'd be there early. The
Cox transportation agent had routed them from Dawin to Brisbane, from there
to LAX, then to Miami, Nassau, and finally, sometime late tomorrow, the
idylic, legendary, perhaps even mythical Land of Ecstasy.

The coastal area north of Darwin was quite beautiful, but not in September
and not at eight in the morning, and especially not after less than seven
hours sleep. The driver, however did his part in keeping Alec wide awake as
he dodged potholes and various dozing varmints warming themselves on the
only paved road in the area.

Alec McKee had spoken to the boys' mother, Margaret, just the day before on
the phone and was dismayed to learn she'd not yet told her sons about their
upcoming trip. He stopped just short of reading her the outback version of
the riot act. Reluctantly it seemed, she promised to inform her
ten-and-a-half-year-old twins of all the details that very morning. Alec
smiled to himself. That wouldn't be too difficult. Neither of them knew
many details, only that the boys' profile had been forwarded to the company
by the nurse at their school and that Cox had offered Margaret Wells an
obscene sum of money for her boys' cooperation. He had a check for the
first installment to the tune of $80,000 U.S. dollars in his jacket pocket
to exchange for the pair.

"18533 Pettigrew Road," Alec told the driver as they passed the "Welcome to
Axelrod" sign on the outskirts of town. It wasn't much of a town and 18533
Pettigrew Road wasn't much of a residence but he knew he was in the right
place. Two brand new, bright red bicycles were parked upright in front of
the cinderblock, four-room bungalow. It was painted pink. The grass was
neatly trimmed, and unlike the neighbors' yards, the trash had been picked
up. A garbage can near the road was full to overflowing. Apparently
Margaret and the boys were expecting him.

The limo had no sooner stopped than two pre-teen boys bounded out onto the
concrete front porch waving and calling his name. They each had brown hair
of medium length, lithe, lean, slender bodies, and appeared to Alec
somewhat younger than their chronological age. But what startled Alec the
most, quite apart from the fact they were identical twins was the fact that
were extremely good-looking young lads--real heartbreakers.

"You Mr. McKee?" one of the boys greeted him from the porch.

"No, I'm Steve Irwin, seen any crocks around these parts lately?" Alec
called back.

"Didn't some crock do him in a while back?" the boy laughed, hopping down
from the porch, warmly extending his hand.

"It was a stingray, but nevermind," Alec smiled as he shook the boy's hand,
drinking in the boys charismatic physical presence. The kid was even more
handsome...no, downright beautiful...up close than he'd first realized.

"I'm Loren, this ugly bug is Lonnie," the boy introduced himself and his
brother. "Mum's inside. She asks that you come in for a spot of tea?"

"We don't have too much time, but I suppose I can spare a few minutes,"
Alec allowed. "The plane to Brisbane is scheduled to leave in a little over
two hours."

"Plenty of time, Mate," Lonnie smiled, extending his slender hand, "give us
time to make your acquaintance." The boy's face was devastating when he
smiled and both boys seemed addicted to doing so.

"Mr. McKee, I'm Margaret Wells; we spoke on the landline," the boys' mother
greeted Alec as he and the twins stepped inside. The living room, such as
it was, also served as a kitchen and dining area, and though it was clean,
the clutter was disconcerting. His suite at the hotel had been bigger than
the whole house. "You'll have to excuse the mess, we've been tidying up the
place a bit and...well, it probably looks worse now than it did before,"
she laughed, hiding a degree of embarrassment over their lot in life.

Alec withdrew the company bank draft from his pocket and handed it to her.

"Thank you, ever so much, Mr. McKee, and please extend my gratitude to your
associates," Margaret said, folding the check and plunging into her bosom
for safe keeping. In this part of Australia, a steady stream of such
compensation would go far in lifting them from their lower-class existence.

"Would you get that? Our own mother, selling our souls to the devil," Loren
laughed as he poured the brownish liquid from what appeared to be heirloom
china, obviously used only for special occassions.

"Will that be one lump or two?" Lonnie questioned, assuming a feminine
Victorian affectation.

"Lonnie, Loren, will you two buggers settle down?" Margaret seated herself
at the table opposite Alec, seeking to stem the boy's obvious
excitement. "The boys are a bit...exuberant this morning, I'm afraid. I
imagine you're going to have quite a time with them along the way, on and
off planes, through the terminals...  Oh, did you get the little
photographs I sent you?"

"Yes, of course, Mrs. Wells, I have the boys' passports right here," Alec
told her, displaying them on the table before the mother and her sons.

"Blimey, who's that dopey looking bloke?" Loren reacted, inspecting his
visage on the final page of the pocket booklet.

"He's well nigh too beautiful to be anyone I know," Lonnie peered over his
brother's shoulder, then checked out his own. "I like yours better, can we
trade?"

"See what I mean, Mr. McKee...two real pips if there ever were any,"
Margaret laughed, obviously proud of the two attractive young lads she'd
birthed. "I'm going to miss them terribly...like a migraine I'm going to
miss them."

"We'll manage...and now we really must be going," Alec sipped his last drop
of tea (one lump) and rose, collecting from the boys their passports. "I
hope you saw to it that the boys packed light...change of
skivvies...toiletries, no bottled liquids though...the airlines are funny
about such things these days...especially the Yanks."

With some reluctance, the boys kissed their mum goodbye, seemingly
embarrassed by her, and their own show of affection. Outside, there was the
expected gush of surprise and admiration for the shiney black limo, which
was not much beyond that which Alec had expressed in first seeing the
monster machine.

Alec sat in the rear-facing seat where he could admire his stunningly
attractive young wards in their tan shorts, white sox and sneakers, and
tight white t-shirts. He hadn't noticed before, but both boys appeared to
be surprisingly well built for their tender years, darkly tanned and well
toned, if not quite what one would call muscular.

"We could ride all the way to Brisbane in one of these," Lonnie gaped about
him at the masculine leather opulence of the vehicle while his brother
waved goodbye to their single parent.

"Oh, god, no, I'd be a bloody basket case," Alec laughed, "the suspension,
I'm afraid, is a bit...how should I say...rugged?"

"Actually, the roadway here is probably WORSE than the outback," Loren
noted as they passed through beautiful downtown Axelrod. He waved through
the smoked glass windows at friends who, of course, couldn't see him to
wave back but merely stared in curiosity.

"Have either you two young men ever flown before?" Alec inquired as they
headed for Darwin International.

Both boys shook their heads no. "I saw an airplane once," Loren
joked. "They got these wings, like a bird, right? Except they don't flap
around and they're all shiney."

"Speaking of birds, I hope our flight attendant has really big boobies and
a tight skirt," Lonnie winked at Alec, an obscenely cute, leering glint in
his eye.

Alec smiled in spite of himself. It was going to be a long trip...but
certainly not dull. Not with these two.


Once at the terminal in Darwin, Alec was starting to wish he had the boys
on a leash. They were all over the place, obviously living up to the addage
that "getting there was half the fun." Boarding passes were no problem, but
the poor fellows manning airport security were in for a time as the boys
joked and jostled, offering to strip naked to facilitate a thoroughly
complete search of their persons. Alec had the feeling by the time they
made it to the gate that the security officers had passed them deciding no
terrorist would likely be traveling with two such ornery, rambunctious,
rapscalians.

Once on the plane, they fought over the window seat. Alec settled that
little brouhaha by taking the prize himself. A moment later Lonnie pinched
one of the female flight attendants in the butt, then played innocent,
denying the whole thing even as his brother accused him of lying about
it. Had they not been traveling first class and had the boys not been as
cute and charming as they were obnoxious, Alec wondered if they might not
have been booted off the aircraft. "Boys will be boys," he apologized to
the startled young lady. Alec wasn't at all sure that the young lass might
not have been secretly flattered, except for the fact the boys were a bit
young to be of romantic interest to her. For the rest of the flight, she
kept well clear of them, while at the same time, her attractive young male
colleague paid them extravagant attention. Even though the man was
obviously gay, the boys seemed to enjoy the attention, smiling, laughing,
joking and exchanging surprisingly sophisticated double entendres with
their not-so-secret admirer.

If the flight to Brisbane was trying, to say the least, once back on the
ground the boys were like herding cats--wildcats at that. Worse, Alec could
not tell them apart so it was difficult to call them to task for their
mischief. Worst of all, the boys were no help, exchanging identities, even,
at one point, arguing over which of them was Loren and which was
Lonnie. Eventually Alec found a video arcade which kept the boys more of
less occupied for part of the two-hour layover.

Once aboard the massive 747 that would take them across the Pacific in ONLY
15 hours, Alec had to threaten his charges within an inch of their lives to
keep them in line. He ended by reminding them that Quantas wouldn't put up
with the shenanigans Virgin Airways had on their brief hop across the
outback. For the most part, his little lecture seemed to have work, that
and a stern, no-nonsense attitude on the part of their older, quite
masculine flight attendant who reminded Alec of nothing so much as police
inspector. The boys seemed to respect such an authority figure. Neither of
them pinched him in the butt. Alec took note of that fact and vowed
henceforth to emulate the man in dealing with the boys.

Fifteen hours was a hell of a long stretch. After dinner (an extraordinary
lobster bisque) they watched the newest James Bond thriller before Alec
dictated lights out and a good night's sleep so they'd be fresh for their
arrival at LAX. Unfortunately, he couldn't dictate the same for himself. As
the boys drifted off, all he could think about was how much fun the two of
them would be naked, hard, and horny in bed. His erotic excursion into
seductive boyish fantasies was somewhat tempered by the two little brat's
unpredictable inclinations toward impish pranks, of which he'd already been
their target a couple times. Such cute little cock teasers could be
dangerous, especially in a pedaphobic place like the the United States. He
found himself wishing he could pass himself off as their father. He briefly
considered bacoming their uncle, only to realize that such a designation
would bear little benefit in relieving people's suspicion of an older man
traveling with two such incredibly attractive young boys.

The next morning, after eggs Benedict aboard the plane, the boys were on
their best behavior as they gaped about somewhat overwhelmed by the size
and impressive infrastructure of the giant international airport. Passing
through customs, to Alec's surprise, was a breeze. The ticket counter at
Southwest Airlines was another matter.

"I'm afraid, sir, your flight to Miami was overbooked," the Latina girl
told him in an accented voice he could barely understand.

"What about economy, you have anything open we could latch onto there?"
Alec inquired.

"No, sir, not one seat. I could put you on standby but the list is already
quite lengthy," she said, scanning her monitor. "Looks like the soonest I
can get three first-class seats together would be tomorrow afternoon, 3:20
p.m. U.S.Air flight 871, direct to Miami with connecting flight to Nassau
leaving at 7:50 p.m.  Should I go ahead now and book passage?"

Alec hesitate, briefly considering a Greyhound bus, then nodded. What the
hell was he going to do with two...his mind flashed obscene images of the
three of them rough-housing naked in a giant, king-size hotel suite,
courtesy of Cox International.  "Book it," he responded tersely.

"Boys, looks like we've run into a hitch in our plans," Alec broke it to
the boys after disuading them from assaulting a soda machine which had the
impudence not to accept their Australian dollars. "Our flight was
overbooked. Looks like we're going to have about a 36-hour layover here in
L.A. I'm calling Cox to get us into a hotel..."

"Can we go to Disneyland?" both boys cried almost simultaneously.

Alec cringed as he dialed the number. "This is Alec McKee from Cox
Australia, Brisbane office. I'm with Project Pooh Bear Harvest and we just
landed at LAX. Our flight to Miami was overbooked. Could you line us up
with a...make it a suite...at a nearby hotel. Our rebooked flight won't
leave until 3:20 tomorrow afternoon.

"Pooh Bear Harvest? Let me put you on hold while I get my manager," the
female voice on the other end replied. "Please hold."

"Or we could go see the Le Brea Tar Pits," Lonnie suggested a no more
attractive alternative insofar as Alec was concerned.

"Yuck, who wants to stare at a bunch of old reptile bones?" Loren objected
vehemently...and loudly.

"And who wants to go visit Snow White?" Lonnie countered with similar vocal
amplitude.

"BOYS, SHUT YOUR CLAP TRAPS, NOW!" Alec overpowered their native Austrlian
accented English.

"This is David Durham, I'm project facilitator for Pooh Bear Harvest," the
male voice at Cox International L.A. office announced. "Listen, I can
probably find you something at LAX but it just occurred to me that Mr. Loin
has a place on the beach at Malibu, I could send a car for you and meantime
have someone run out and open the place up, get it ready, if you'd rather
have a little more room and...privacy...if you know what I mean," the man
suggested suggestively.

Alec didn't hesitate for even half a second. "We'll take it, I was dreading
like the devil taking these two ruffians to a hotel for the night. How
long?"

"We're about a half-hour away...mid-day traffic...give us 45 minutes," Dave
Durham advised. "Just see to it that your two young wallabys don't destroy
the place too much or there'll be hell to pay and I'll be the one paying
it."

"Thanks, I owe you," Alec laughed. "God only knows what I'm gonna do to sit
on these two horny little devils for 45 minutes but..."

"Have you considered tear gas?" David joked.

"I was thinking more along the line of billy clubs but that might work,"
Alec joked. "Wish me luck."

"Take good care of those two, Cox considers them worth their weight in
Australian gold," David advised. "I'm not privy to exactly WHY but if
they're going to Ecstasy, that might explain a lot."

"Indeed," Alec replied, surprised the man knew...or suspected...their
ultimate destination.

"Well, boys, I have some good news and some bad news, which do you want
first?" Alec addressed the two.

"Good news!"

"Bad news!"

Naturally, the two couldn't agree. "Okay, I guess it'll have to be a
surprise," Alec ruled.

"Disneyland?" Loren guessed hopefully.

"WRONG...and no tar pits either," Alec informed them.

"Golden Gate Bridge?" Lonnie suggested.

"You bloody fool, that's in fuckin' San Diego!" Loren Laughed at his
brother's ignorance.

"Loren, watch your mouth, you're not in Kansas anymore," Alec demanded.

"HUH?"

"Never mind," Alec sighed, chastizing himself for not realizing the boys'
cultural ignorance knew no bounds.  "And the Golden Gate Bridge is in San
FRANCISCO, not san DIEGO." Their geography wasn't so keen, either.

"Oh well, close," Loren shrugged.

"Not EVEN," Alec sighed, "unless you consider 500 miles 'close'." At least
the boys were sitting down and were more or less resigned to their wait,
though they weren't aware of its duration.

"We gonna spend the whole bleepin' day here?" Lonnie demanded after roughly
a half-hour.

"Yes, it's called girl-watching...enjoy yourself," Alec suggested.

"He's gay, he only watches boys," Loren outed his brother. The dust-up
following that remark, found Alec sitting BETWEEN the two boys. Forty-five
minutes came and went. Alec found himself glad he'd NOT told the boys how
long it would take their ride to show up.

The time was 10:34 a.m. when the uniformed chauffer from Cox finally found
them. "Right this way, you have bags?" the elderly man asked, not that he
could have carried them if they had. Alec guessed him to be close to
70. The car was parked by the curb, the motor still running. It was NOT a
limo, but an ordinary four-door sedan and they were left to shift for
themselves in opening the doors and seating themselves in the
back. "Traffic was horrible...accident just four blocks from here, cars
backed up for a couple miles," the man offered by way of an explanation.

"Malibu..." Alec told the driver, making sure he knew their destination.

"Howdy-do to you, too," the man answered. So much for intelligent
conversation. The boys snickered but kept quiet, enraptured by their first
look at the fabled "land of opportunity" they'd heard and read so much
about all their lives.

The 34-mile jaunt from the airport to Malibu took just under a
half-hour. Traffic was sparse, for L.A. at least. The driver seemed to know
the territory. He took the freeway only as far as Santa Monica then the
Pacific Coast highway the rest of the way. He knew Malibu too. He delivered
them straight to the front door of a sizable concrete, stone, steel, and
glass architectural wonder, cantilevered dramatically out from the cliff,
overhanging the beach. Jim Loin, or at least someone at Cox, seeme to have
exceptional taste in domestic architecture.

"Whoa, this our place?" Lonnie gasped as they got out of the car in the
driveway.

"FRIGID!" Loren cried in delight.

"That means very, very cool," Lonnie translated.

"I assumed that," alec smiled down at the boys.

"The place is unlocked, there's food in the fridge, or you can order
in...or is it order out...I keep forgetting..." their ancient chauffeur
suggested as he sat their carry-on bags on the curb. "I think they'll pick
you up by chopper for the trip back to LAX tomorrow around noonish."

Alec pulled from his pocket a twenty and handed it to the man.

He accepted it wordlessly. Then, as he got back in the car, he looked over
his shoulder and winked, "You young pups have fun now; pretend like you're
billionaires."