Date: Sat, 5 Jan 2013 09:13:44 -0500
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: EcstasyInc Chapter 20

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 20


For a number of reasons, Doug and Derek did not tell the twins they'd be
paid a visit that morning by doctors Mike Warren and his colleague, Andy
McGraw. First of all the doctors had asked them not to, so that they'd not
alter their daily routine, thus avoiding any special sexual activity that
might skew their tests. Moreover, in addition to that, neither boy was even
out of bed yet when their parents left for work. Only Eric, their
fifteen-year-old houseboy was around to keep the boys in line and fix them
what passed (in the Bristol household) for breakfast--today it was stale
popcorn from the night before and chocolate milk topped with whipped cream
and a cherry. Eric called it a "virgin brown cow." The boys were especially
fond of the drink when Eric jacked off a creamy garnish to go with the
cherry.

The boys were still into their popcorn and chocolate high when the doorbell
rang. Eric slipped off to answer it as the boys debated vociferously what
time their sister had come in the night before and whether she had a boy
with her at the time. "Speaking of Sister Slut, where's she this morning?"
Buddy asked as Eric returned with their two M.D. visitors.

"She took off to go do a photo shoot with Derek and his video crew this
morning," Eric filled them in, then introduced the two naked
doctors. "Dr. Mike and Dr. Andy would like to have your attention for a
short time if you don't mind."

"Whoaaa...Doctor Blowjob and his friend Doctor KnobJob!" Buddy greeted the
two physicians gaily, leaping to his feet, rushing to hug them.

Bobby merely extended his hand, causing Andy to think he was going to shake
hands, except that Bobby instead shook the doctor's dick, bringing it
instantly to "attention" at a good seven inches or more. "What brings you
around this fine morning? I get another chance to improve my TTO from
yesterday?"

The two doctors looked at one another in dismay, not having known exactly
what to expect. "Well, actually, you're not far off the mark, young man."
Andy smiled, leaning down, kissing the boy's forehead.

"Hey, Doc, I'm not sure I can do a 1:42 every time," Buddy worried.

"Son, there's a big black bag out in the cart, you wanna run out and get it
for us?" Dr. Mike enlisted Eric as his gopher.

"Sure," Eric obediently hustled off. Everyone loved Eric, he was one of the
cutest, most pleasant and efficient houseboys on the island; and quite a
good fuck, as well.

"Actually, boys, we DO want to try and replicate the TTO numbers from
yesterday and get a good EEG on both of you at the same time." Mike
explained as he sat down on a kitchen bar stool opposite Buddy and beside
Bobby.

"What's an EGG?" Bobby quaried.

"EEG...electroenphalograph," Andy corrected him, then explained. "It's that
thing we hooked up to your head to measure your orgasmic intensity."

"Oooooo...another 8.86?" Bobby squirmed, just thinking about it.

"8.76, don't exaggerate...but yeah, if you can pull it off," Andy told
him. "We've got a portable unit out there Eric's getting now, we want to
test you both at the same time, this time sucking EACH OTHER."

"You HAVE sucked each other, right...you know...before?" Mike questioned
anxiously.

"Before what?" Buddy asked impishly, knowing full well what the man meant.

"Before today, dumbfuck." Bobby liked it when he had the chance to be
smarter than his brother, even if he suspected Buddy was just kidding
around.

"Oooooo, what? Do you think we're GAY or something?" Buddy teased.

"He's gay, I'm just kind of...swishy," Bobby joked. "Know what I mean?"

"Right," Mike restrained a smile, considering doing the cocksucking honors
himself as he had before. Buddy was nothing less than adorable and Bobby
hardly less so. "Now where do you two usually do your...sixty-nining?"

"Usually on the front lawn if there's any chance of spectators," Buddy
continued his comic repartee, "otherwise, anywhere soft and fuzzy."

"FUCK, this bastard's HEAVY," Eric returned, lugging the big black bag from
the golf cart outside. "What you got in here, an orgasmatron?"

"You wish," Mike laughed, hefting the big black satchel up onto the
breakfast bar. "By the way, you been over to make your contribution this
morning?"

"Nope, they cut me off, said I was too old," Eric informed them. "Fuck, I'm
only fifteen!"

"I'm afraid the cutoff is usually fourteen, unless the kid hits puberty
late," Andy explained to the slender houseboy. "I think we've got one
fifteen-year-old and one sixteen still shooting immature sperm over there."

"I take it you enjoyed the experience?" Mike smiled at the young boy, now
on the cusp between cute and handsome, as he rigged up the EEG.

"Most awesomest orgasms I ever had," Eric rolled his huge dark eyes in mock
ecstasy.

"You tend to cum a lot? Andy asked.

"Let's just say if you suck on Eric, you best do it on an empty stomach,"
Bobby joked.

"And do the boys 'suck on Eric' very often?" Mike asked the personable
young houseboy.

"Every hour ON the hour is all," Eric joked.

"He lies...only once a day, whether he needs it or not," Buddy insisted as
he watched with great interest what the two doctors were rigging up.

"Eric, you suppose you could move that couch over there over here close to
the bar so the boys can have at each other in some degree of comfort?" Mike
requested. "Andy, you wanna help him?"

"It's kind of small, what if we get carried away and roll off?" Bobby
worried.

"You'll just have to start over," Mike smiled. "Now, both you boys, sit
down there on the couch and we'll get you wired up. Andy, you do Bobby,
let's go for six inputs this time."

"I'm gonna feel like an electronic sucking machine," Buddy giggled as he
became one with the EEG.

"All these fuckin' WIRES, we're gonna get all tangled up, might not even be
able to cum," Bobby complained, only half joking.

"Well, we got all day," Mike told him, only half joking himself.

"What am I registering to start?" Buddy wanted to know.

"When we start the timer, we calibrate the needle to zero, then watch the
fun," Mike smiled, enjoying the boy's sexual charisma.

"All done," Andy reported as he finished attaching the sixth electrode to
Bobby's forehead, having already hooked up sensors to the back of the boy's
neck and behind each ear.

"This fuckin' adhesive shit...kid don't you ever wash behind your ears?"
Mike complained as the electrode balked at sticking to Buddy's oily
skin. Mike took an alcohol swab to the kid's skull.

"We could shower together when we get done, you can fuckin' show me how,"
Buddy winked sexily at the doctor.

"I'd start by washing your MOUTH out," Mike threatened as he finally got
the tiny electrode to stick. "Now...a little different this time," he
began. "Buddy, remember when you told me Bobby sucked you off six times in
a row without stopping?"

"SIX TIMES!" Bobby wailed in dismay.

"Maybe only five," Buddy changed his story in the face of his brother the
dismay.

"Okay, five times," Dr. Mike relented. "What we want you to do is to do
that to EACH OTHER!"

"Doc, you sure?" Andy reacted in surprise.

"Listen, this kid...that level of sexual activity is NOT normal, even for
an eleven-year-old," Mike insisted.

"I'd say ESPECIALLY for an eleven-year-old," Andy suggested.

"Whatever," Mike shrugged. "I think that's what we came here for."

"You want us side by side or me on top feedin' this monster down into his
face?" Buddy asked as he and his brother began carefully positioning
themselves, careful not to rip off any inputs.

"Side by side if you have room," Mike suggested as Bobby lay down, his back
to the back of the couch and his brother took aim with his cock at Bobby's
mouth from the front edge. "Let's slide the couch closer to the bar...move
the bar stools, the wires are barely long enough and unless I miss my
guess, this little affair is going to get a bit rowdy before we're done
scooping up numbers."

The couch was heavy and so were the boys on it. It took both Mike and Andy,
as well as Eric to much more than nudge it closer but gradually they were
able to allow the boys a little more freedom of movement. "Hey, don't
fuckin' start yet," Mike cried, "Fuck, we ain't started the tape yet. Andy,
got the stopwatches?"

"Here's yours. You time Buddy, I'll mark Bobby...he's the one in back,
right?" Andy confirmed as he began making notes on his chart.

"Now, boys, when you feel your orgasms hit, I want you to...uhhh...how
about you grunt real loud, okay...no cheating now, we want numbers we can
take to the bank, okay?"

"How about we just yelll, CUMMMMING," Bobby suggested.

"With my cock halfway down your throat?" Buddy laughed. "Yeah, sure, nice
trick if you can do it."

"We'll time your LOO by the intensity chart, then start the count again
when it drops below 1.5," Mike continued to explain.

"Let me guess, a LOO is...uhhh...Length of Orgasm?" Buddy said brightly.

"Hey, give that boy a pocket protector, looks like we got a real hot little
nerd on our hands," Andy laughed.

"Better give him a POCKET first," Mike joked. "Now, we're gonna shoot for
five times...five successive orgasms. If it looks like you can't do that,
we'll call a halt. If you can go beyond that...well...we've got all day."

"We get off work at five," Andy reminded his colleague.

"Okay, five orgasms or five o'clock, whichever comes first," Mike
agreed. "Okay, kiddies, you all ready for this...cocks hard, lips wet,
tongues out...five, four, three, two, one...SUCK!"

"God, look at'em go," Andy marveled as the two boys worked voraciously on
one another.

"Eleven-year-olds are nothing if not enthusiastic when it comes to sex,"
Mike smiled as he kept one eye on his stopwatch, one eye on Buddy.

"Ohhh yeah, go for it, boys, suck them hard little cocks there," Andy
urged, his own cock throbbing and bobbing in excitement.

"My god look at the EEG needles," Mike noted. "Buddy's pushing peaks close
to nine...oooo he just topped nine...looks like he's gettin'
there...gettin' close."

"We could probably mark the onset of orgasm from the EEG," Andy suggested,
his attention torn between the boys, his stopwatch, and the wildly
swinging, ink-laden, EEG arms on the paper chart spewing from the twin
units.

"OOAOERRRERGGHHHHHHHHA!!" Buddy suddenly grunted loudly as his slender,
naked little boy-body stiffened and gyrated wildly against that of his
brother.

"Orgasm!" Mike cried as he stopped his watch, "minute, forty...fuck, he
beat his last time,"

"Bobby's a better cocksucker than you," Andy joked.

"FUCK, 9.03 peak on the intensity scale," Mike gasped.

"Get ready, he's tapering off," Andy warned, time to start another TTO.

"OOOOOIiiiOOOIIIHGGGHHOOOIIHHHRGHHHHIIIGHHHH," Bobby cried out the onset of
his powerful, heaving, thrusting, driving orgasmic pleasure.

"3:12," Andy reported, "Good, but not much less than his than yesterday's
3:16. He's peaking at 8.78, mmmmm, 8.87, little better than yesterday."

"Buddy's climbing again...lookin' good there, kid, suck that cock, let's
pop another quickie, looks like you're on a roll," Mike noted, offering
encouragement to his little human orgasmatron.

"Fuck, this is rough, keeping up with these horny little fuckers," Andy
cried excitedly as he worked marking up Bobby's chart while getting ready
to start the boy's second TTO count. "And mine is OFF to the races again."

"Mine's about to lap him," Mike noted, "...7.2, movin' up, 7.6..."

"OOoiweiaoaeierhhahiIIIIIIIIIRRGGHHHH," Buddy let out a second horrendous
grunt of almost gruesome sexual pleasure as his second orgasm burst upon
him.

"One minute, fifty-one...fast, but no record," Mike recorded, "8.87
intensisty."

"You didn't expect him to cum faster the second time, did you?" Andy asked,
waiting patiently for Bobby to hit the top again. "The boys are gonna start
getting tired...tired sucking if not cumming."

"Mine seems to be holding up pretty well," Mike reported.  "We'll time the
orgasms from the charts.

"OOOOOAORGEREGHAHHEHHAHHHHHH...FUCCCKKK..." Bobby reported the onslaught of
orgasm two.

"Hmmmm...3:10...beat his first by a couple seconds," Andy noted, somewhat
surprised. "My god, he hit 9.23 in intensity!"

"You're gonna need a wider chart," Mike joked, clicking his stopwatch to
begin Buddy's third TTO count.

"You oughta hook ME up to that thing, I bet I could cum harder and faster
than either one of these two," Eric broke his silence in watching the twins
go at one another.

"Great, go get your twin brother," Mike joked as he watched Buddy's
intensity needles swing wildly.

"Damn...mom and dad must notta fucked hard enough, there's just me," Eric
complained.

"Sorry 'bout that," Andy eyed the horny young teen.

"Come on, Buddy, don't slow down on me now, let's go for another record,"
Mike urged as he followed the sweeping second hand of his
stopwatch. "Mmmm...no record this time..."

"aiIAIEIAIEHRHAOEIAHHEIIIH...CUMMMINGGGGGGGGG!" Buddy proclaimed despite
his brother's thrusting cock in his mouth.

"Two and...we'll call it 13 seconds," Mike judged. "Intensity 8.8 on the
nose."

"Still head and shoulders above any of the other boys in the group," Andy
reminded his colleague, "on both counts."

"Surprisingly long orgasms too...this one is headed
for...fuck...fifteen...sixteen...seventeen...god, eighteen fuckin'
seconds!"

"Looks like Bobby had sixteen seconds last time," Andy said as he studied
the spewing paper chart.

"And we're off on number four," Mike clicked his stopwatch.

"Maybe Buddy's better at GETTING sucked than he is at SUCKING," Andy
proposed.

"I think we've got ourselves an interesting little side effect-of whatever
they're feedin' this kid's patch," Mike suggested tentatively. "I don't
think there's any doubt which one is the test unit."

"OOOOAOOREERERGGHHHHAAAASSSSSMMMMMMM!" Bobby cried out despite the cock in
his mouth, his naked little boy body trembling dramatically in the throes
of his third orgasm.

"Looks like 3:15...the kid's pretty consistant," Andy
noted. "Intensity...whew...9.28...he just keeps getting better!"

"I don't think I could stand a 9.28," Mike laughed.

"What's your max?" Andy asked.

"I hit an 8.12 once...only time I ever measured," Mike told him. "Nearly
fuckin' killed me...on the orgasmatron."

"I'm a 7.94," Andy reported by way of comparison. "When we get done, I'm
goin' back and test myself again."

"If you don't cum all over these two horny little suck-puppies first," Mike
joked. "Oh yeah, coming up on big O-4. Oh, yeah, Buddy boy, let's have
another big one, cum on, cum on, cum oonnnnn...

"AAHHAHEHRHHHGHEHHAHHH...OOHAHEHRHHGH GOD, STOPPPPPP....STOPPP, I CAN'T
FUCKIN' TAKE ANY MORE," Buddy cried out releasing his brother's cock,
calling a halt to the experiment even as Bobby continued sucking his
cock. "OOAOEHAHEHRHEHHRHH FUCK, FUCK FUCKFUCK,FUCK, CUMMIN' CUMMIN',
CUMMIN' SOO HARD, OGHEOAOIEHROIHOOIAHOIG GOD, OAHEHHRHEHHHHH GOD, FEELS
GOOD, FEELS GOOD, FEELSGOOD, FEELSGOOD,FEEELSGOODFEELSGOOD, FEELS SOOOOOOO
FUCKIN' GOOOOOODDDDDD!!"

"Two and fifteen seconds, intensity 9.1, duration..." Mike read off the
numbers as he watched Buddy convulse in agonizing orgasmsic pleasure.

"AHEHAHEHRHHHHGHH FUCK, FUCK FUCK, TOOO MUCH, AHGHEOAOIEIORIH GOD, FEELS
LIKE...LIKE...AGHEHAHEROGHEHAHH GOD, I'M BEING RIPPED UP
INSIDE...SQUEEZED...ACHING...AHGEOAIEHROIAHHEHRHH....AOEOIHREAHHERHHHHGH
GOD, MAKE IT STOP, MAKE IT STOP, GHHEAOIERHOAIHEORIHAOH FUCK, FUCK FUCK, I
CAN'T...AGHEOAIEHROIAHERHHHAHEHHRH...STAND...GAEOEIORHHAHEHRH
FUCCCKKKK...FEELS LIKE I'M FUCKIN' DYIN' INSIDE,
GHAOIEHROIAHEOIRH....OHAHEOIRHHEHHHHHH...OGIOEAIERHGHHEHAHGHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhh!"
Buddy screamed out in orgasmic ecstasy so intense as to boarder on a sort
of painful, aching, agony.

"My god, the kid hit 9.31, duration 25 seconds!" Mike cried in amazement as
he rechecked the numbers twice, then for a third time before writing them
down.

"Sorry, Doc, I just...just couldn't...ohhhh fuckkkkk," Buddy was near
tears.

"No...no, no, Buddy, it's okay, you're gonna be alright, don't
appologize...you were right to stop...I'd have called a halt myself in
seeing your numbers, Mike knelt, hugging the boy, comforting him. "God,
kid, you were getting downright dangerous...red-lining the machine."

"OhhhhhhhHHhhhrhhghehhahghhhhhhh..." Bobby cried out a restrained fourth
orgasm onset.

"3:30...and that was despite Buddy giving up," Andy noted in the "comment"
section of his chart. "Still, he's hitting an 8.95 in intensity."

"They gonna be alright?" Eric asked in concern, having witnessed the
unbelievable sexual ordeal first hand.

"They just need a few minutes for post-orgasmic recovery," Mike smiled up
at the boy.  "Still wanna get hooked up?"

"NO!" Eric quickly reacted in horror. "I...I mean...uhhhh...if you don't
mind, Doc, I'll pass."

Mike smiled knowingly at Andy. "You get all the blanks filled in?"

"Workin' on it," Andy scribbled.

"Legibly..." Mike added. "Last time I had to call in the resident
archaeologist at Cox to decipher your ancient code."

"Is it that patch makin' me cum so fast and so hard?" Buddy asked softly as
he gradually began regaining his sanity.

"I wouldn't be surprised," Mike confessed. "We'll know more once we crunch
the numbers and have a look at your confidential file."

"Am I gonna cum that hard all the time?" Buddy asked meekly, still unable
to rise from the couch.

"We'll have them ease off your dosage," Mike promised. "Here, let me take
the patch off for now."

"What about MY dosage, I hit 9.23 you said a little bit ago," Bobby asked,
not wanting his brother to steal the entire spotlight.

"I'm beginning to think that's almost normal for YOU," Andy laughed,
"especially after three or four orgasms."

"Still claiming five times in a row?" Mike smiled down at the naked little
boy still trembling in the aching aftermath of his horrendous dry orgasms.

Buddy simply shook his head, his eyes closed, too weak to do more.

"Let's get'em unhooked, before we have one of'em show up brain dead on the
chart," Mike joked darkly. "I'd hate to fill out the paperwork on that."

"I wonder if their having taken Duralon in the past might be having an
effect," Mike pondered. "You know, they're the only set of twins with
anything like that in their systems."

"I'd say it might depend on exactly what component of Testalon is on his
patch." Andy reasoned. "I suppose there could be a lingering drug
interaction."

"Hey, Doc, how about we hook YOU guys up to that thing and we'll give you
two our super blowjobs; see how YOU do?" Bobby proposed, sitting up beside
his still too-pooped-to-pop brother.

"Yeah," Eric cried excitedly, "I'll handle the stopwatches, you two look
almost like twins."