Date: Mon, 7 Jan 2013 01:26:20 -0500
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: EcstasyInc Chapter 21

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 21


"It's pretty quiet around here," Doug Bristol noted as he returned home to
his completely exhausted husband that night.

"The boys are over at the dorm," Derek told him. "They got invited to an
orgy."

"Like they needed an invitation," Doug sighed as he slumped into a living
room recliner opposite Derek's. "Wherever they go, it's like an instant
orgy."

"Especially at the dorm," Derek agreed. "You ever go over there when all
ten of the boys are on a rampage? It's like nothing you ever saw before in
your life...naked little boys with hard little cocks (and some not so
little) literally scampering around from one orgasm to another, bed
hopping, spa-hopping, they're even starting to fuck each other...empty
packets of lube laying around all over the place, moaning and groaning, the
sounds of bodies slapping together, 'fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder' like
a background chorus in an opera."

"Stop, you're making me horny and I'm way too pooped to do anything about
it," Doug sighed as his cock instantly hardened before him. "How'd your day
behind the camera go?"

"I don't know which was worse, trying to keep the crew's mind on their
business or keeping your daughter from trying to fuck them everytime
someone yelled 'cut'," Derek laughed, only half joking. "No one told me the
whole crew would be gay."

"I'll talk to Bunny," Doug sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Oh, don't bother, she was a distraction, but actually, she does have a
certain natural charisma in front of the camera," Derek smiled. "And,
believe me, she definitely was in front of the camera...A LOT."

"And that's a GOOD thing?" Doug worried, "at her age...given her addiction
to hard, throbbing cocks."

"She's more of a tease than anything else," Derek sought to ease his
husband's mind. "She sucked a cock or two and maybe got fucked once or
twice during lunch but...for Bunny, that was almost like chastity."

"You get pretty good stuff?" Doug inquired.

"I think so...quantity if not quality," Derek shrugged. "And don't worry
about Bunny, most of her footage was too hot to use, even by EcstasyInc
internet standards."

"I'm not suprised," Doug laughed.

"Some of it was downright gynecological," Derek laughed too, "stuff Cox
Pharm might find useful for training purposes."

"Any boys get abused in the making of your little epic?" Doug questioned.

"Abused? No, Ronon was there watching every second, even offering
suggestions," Derek told his spouse, "the crew really came to like...even
RESPECT him...not just because he handled the boys so well, but for his
ideas. He came up with some stuff I hadn't even thought of. We shot for
more than a half hour on top of the water tower. You can't beat beautiful
naked, young boys framing a gorgeous view in every direction. The kid seems
to have a natural instinct for seeing beauty. And when he's not around
Kevin, he can be incredibly mature for a thirteen-year-old."

"When he's not aruond Kevin?" Doug repeated.

"Yeah, with Kevin...I guess you'd say he tends to descend to Kevin's
level...becoming eleven years old again," Derek went on. "And the strange
thing is, when Kevin is on his own, doing his job, he takes on a maturity
that's well beyond his years. Darin says there's a lot of Colton Cox
bubbling to the surface."

"And that doesn't concern him?"

"Concern? Oh, probably, a little, but, hey, the kid was Colton's 'son' for
nine long formative years," Derek explained. "I don't think there's much
Darin could do about the Cox blood in Kevin at this point, even if he chose
to."

"And Darin is not one to rock the boat," Doug observed wisely.

"Not unnecessarily, anyway," Derek noted, "and besides, like it or not,
Kevin IS the heir apparent. If there's a strain of Colton Cox in the boy,
it'll probably do him good as he grows older and faces the Cox
International behemoth."

"I know the feeling, I could use a little Colton Cox in that regard
myself," Doug sighed in dispair.

"Rough day?" Derek read his spouse.

"I'd like to say yes, but actually, bad as it was, this was a surprisingly
NORMAL day," Doug slumped deeper into the leather nest engulfing him. "I
suppose you know about Castaway Gay."

"Just the name and lots of juicy grapevine," Derek's interest perked up.

"Well, by this time tomorrow, the geographical area of the 'Land of
Ecstasy' will have officially DOUBLED," Doug revealed. "No word of this
gets out, of course, not for months yet," he caution. "But the construction
barge leaves Nassau first thing tomorrow morning. Within a week, a certain
little pile of sand about twenty miles from here will be crawling with
bulldozers and cement mixers. It's amazing what a billion dollars will
buy."

"The Bahamians caved, huh? I heard they wanted $1.3 billion." Derek
repeated the grapevine gossip.  I heard it was mostly going to be
underground?" Derek questioned in his best reporterese.

"Everything but about a zillion palm trees and some discrete
landscaping...ground level beds with grassy coverings, manmade swimming
holes, campfires...I saw some artist renditions you're gonna LOVE. I kept
one.  Next time you're over at the office I'll show you...eye-popping."

"What's the transportation look like?" Derek asked.

"Well, they'd like to use wooden rafts with bedsheet sails," Doug smiled,
"but I figure it'll probably be some kind of discretely motorized catamaran
made to LOOK like a big wooden raft...kind of Kon-Tiki with restrooms, a
bar, and a galley hidden below the waterline."

"What? No naked slaveboys down below pulling at the oars?" Derek joked.

"Well...lots of naked slaveboys, only they'll be masqurading as natives
prowling around every transplanted palm tree on the island, but probably
not on the trip over," Doug smiled, trying to visualize the campground
nature of the proposed Ecstasy Island excursion. "From what they're saying,
they're contemplating three and four-day excursions from here, kind of a
shipwrecked desert island, roughing it without the discomfort of palm
leaves for toilet paper."

"How many...prowling natives?" Derek questioned. "And how old?"

"Well, that'll depend on how popular the whole thing becomes but...a
hundred at least...as currently projected. It's a big island...completely
dry...undeveloped, not even much in the way of scrub...no trees, about a
40-foot maximum elevation. God only knows that the first tropical storm
would do to the place. I guess that's why they're contemplating undergound
bunkers for the necessary infrastructure."

"And for the boys?"

"Treehouses, forgodsakes...can you imagine?" Doug almost laughed.

"I know a couple towheaded twins who would LOVE it," Derek did laugh.

"Maybe we could get Bunny to go there," Doug laughed optimistically.

"How young...the boys I mean," Derek repeated.

"We didn't specifically talk about that but I wouldn't be surprised if
EcstasyInc drops the minimum age a knotch or two, if for no other reason
that to get enough boys," Doug suggested.

"Ronon said yesterday recruiting was going great, Kevin actually has a
backlog," Derek countered.

"Yes, but Darin says marketing research suggests that guys want their boys
younger and younger all the time," Doug went on. "You know they have a
market testing facility run out of one wing of the Ecstacy Embassy in
Nassau? The ten-year-olds bring double the rate of boys just a couple years
older."

"They've gone that far..." Derek shook his head sadly, as Doug confirmed
what he'd long suspected.

"Not only that but they're tempting the Bahamians with another billion for
Surf Cay," Doug told him. "You didn't hear this from me, by the way, I'm
not even supposed to know about such things but, inasmuch as they'll
offering home sites there..." Doug divulged. "They won't call it that if
they close the deal, of course. They plan to build an 18-hole golf course
with villas like they have here all over the island among the fairways. And
of course, I don't have to tell you who will be doing the caddying and the
nature of their apparel."

"What they gonna call it, Caddy Cay?" Derek laughed.

"Heeeyyy...not bad! You should have been with me, they were brainstorming
names," Doug smiled, "I should have known a PR guy like you would come up
with something sexy, yet innocent enough to advertise."

"How's the sales on Erotic Isle doing?" Derek asked, referring to the real
estate development Cox was building on another island about a hundred miles
from Ecstasy.

"The evictions are coming along nicely, the Bahamians need the cash, and
though the would never admit it, they like the smell of development, out
here," Doug reported. "We've already sold three or four parcels and have
two villas under construction and all but about a dozen cottages yet to
raze."

"I can't believe they're tearing down perfectly good homes just because
they're a few years old and don't have marble floors and jacuzzis," Derek
shook his head.

"I'm going back over next week, wanna come along?" Doug suggested. "Our
friend Justin B. is building a place over there on one of the outter
islands...hell, more of a sand bar than an island but..."

"And where would we park the boys...not to mention you know who?" Derek
asked.

"Well, Erotic Isle is mostly naked now, we could take the boys with us,"
Doug suggested. "You know who...as you put it..." he slumped. "You think
Ronon and Kevin could put up with her for a day or two?"

"She'd probably eat them alive but...I'll ask," Derek laughed. "I'd like to
see this romantic wonderland you keep talking about."

"I've racked up a million in commissions...or rather my company has," Doug
boasted.

"I think you were smart not to sell. Erotic Isle...not to mention the golf
island...whatever they decide to call it, could turn out to be a gold
mine."

"They've got 49% so Cox is doin' okay too," Doug told him.

"That makes us half-a-millionaires then, right?" Derek joked.

"Who knows, I got more important things to worry about than my net worth at
the moment," Doug smiled tiredly. "Say, what's our horny little houseboy
got for dinner?"

"I gave him the night off...he's probably over at the meat rack right now
fuckin' his balls off," Derek told his husband. "I thought we might go over
to the dorm and join them for dinner...let you get a look at what a
pre-teen orgy looks like first hand."

"They allow parents to watch?" Doug joked.

"Only if we participate," Derek winked. "They abhor spectators."

"And Bunny?" Doug questioned.

"She's with Eric..."

"Fuckin' his balls off, right," Doug smiled, getting up. "Come on fire up
the golf card, I got a hardon that won't quit."


Once outside, Doug and Derek decided to skip the golf cart and simply SWIM
the hundred yards or so across the lagoon from their place on the main
island to the outer island, then walk the quarter mile or so down the road
to "the dorm." By the time they got there, Doug was complaining about sore
feet from the hot asphalt but both their cocks were so hard and vertical
they didn't mind the minor discomfort from the pavement.

"God, I can see two of them fucking out on the terrace, even from here,"
Doug observed as their sore feet enjoyed the coolness of the expansive
grass in front of the exquisitely contemporary stone, glass, and steel
villa.

"The Australian twins," Derek observed. He loved the EcstasyInc architects
wildly sexy creations.

"Ten-year-olds fucking like rabbits..." Doug shook his head in dismay.  He
considered the dominant island housing style outlandish. He tended to
prefer Caribbean grass huts.

"Maybe Ronon should call them 'bunnies' rather than 'puppies'," Derek
smiled as the two of them climbed the steps on the back side of the carport
to the main level above.

"Hoooooooo FUCCCCCCKKKKKKK..." Doug gasped in amazement as the two of them
surveyed the scene. The word "orgy" hardly did it justice. He immediately
spotted Buddy with his hard young boy-cock deeply embedded in the upturned
ass of a man he assumed to be one of the house-parents. His other son was
sixty-nining with some Latino kid with at least a six-inch cock, though he,
in fact, appeared younger than Bobby.

Derek began to count heads. This was far more than just the Pooh Bears. The
boys were all quite young. None appeared to be more than twelve, but there
was so MANY of them. Derek quit counting at 25. He spotted Ronon and
Kevin. Each were getting fucked by the twins from England, Jesse and
Jamie. Every bed was full and then some, sometimes with two or three sets
of cocksucking boys. He watched in fascination as one group switched cocks
every two or three minutes.

"Hey, mister, I suck you cock?" a naked little boy asked tugging on his arm
from behind.

Derek didn't recognize the boy. He assumed the kid might be one of Kevin's
new trainees. "Sure, suck away," Derek smiled down at the adorable little
pup as the kid knelt before him and expertly sucked him in. Derek gently
held the boy's head as he deftly fucked his eight-inch man-cock between the
boy's lips. At first he worried the boy might not be able to handle him,
but within seconds, he put that thought to rest. Either the kid was a
natural cocksucker or Kevin had done a bang-up job teaching him how. In any
case, the sexual "toddler" knew his stuff. While stopping a little short of
deep-throating, the cute little fucker could gulp down an incredible three
or four inches, sometimes more, without once gagging. "Ohhhhhhha fuck, kid,
ohhh god, you're...fuuuccckkkk, you're something else...ohhh god, yeah,
yeah, man, you're incredible," Derek gasped as he began wantonly
face-fucking the lad, careful not to go too far, but astounded at how far
he could go in using the boy's delicate sweet lips and tongue to give
himself the growing sensation of sexual pleasure. "Ohhhh yeahhhhh, yeahhhh,
yeah, kid, suck that fucker, ohhhh yeahh, god, you're good, ohhhah man, you
can suck my cock anytime you like, as long as you like, as HARD as you
like, boy...aghhahhhh god, yes, yes, yes, do it to me, kid, do it to me,
suck me, boy, suck my cock, suck it, suck it, suck that fucker, ohhhhh
fuccccck...fuccckkkkk...hfgoiehaoiehoihoaiheoi god, I could get used to
this, man, ohhh yeah, you're incredible...ahhgheoaihehhhh yeah, yeah, yeah,
do it to me, boy, orgasm me, suck me off, suck my cock off, man, ohhahhahh
fuccck, gonna give you my load, boy.  Can you handle it?"

The boy nodded briskly, even as he avidly increased the pace, seemingly
hungry for Derek's impending sexual offering.

"Why'd I ask? Dumb question. No kid sucks a cock like you do and
then...ohhahhahehrhhh god, that feels good, ohhhhhh fuck, fuck, fuck, boy,
you're gettin' to me, kid, you're gonna do it to me, yeah, I can feel it,
gonna suck me off, ohhh yeah, close...ohhahhh yeah, fuck, gettin' me
close...closer...closer...oohahhehh god, feels good, boy, feels good, feels
good, better and better...better and better and better and...ohhhh fuck,
gonna cum...gonna cummm...get ready...suck my cum, suck my cum, suck
my...CUMMMMMMM...OHHHAHHEHHRH
FUCCCKKK...CUMMMMMMMMM....CUMMMMMMMMM..... SHOOTIN' MY CUM, BOY, OHHHH GOD,
YEAH, YEAH, TAKE MY LOAD, SUCK MY CUM, SUCK THE CUM STRAIGHT UP FROM MY
BALLS, BOY, OHHHH FUCK YES, OHHH GOD, YEAH, YOU CUM HUNGRY LITTLE PUP,
OHHAHHHAH FUCK, YEAH, SUCK MY CUM, SUCK MY CUM, HAOOOGIHEAOEHR FUCK, WHAT A
FEELING, GETTIN' THE CUM SUCKED RIGHT OUTTA ME, OHAHHEHHH GOD, GOD, I CAN'T
BELIEVE WHAT YOU'RE FUCKIN' DOIN' TO MY COCK, KID, OAHHHEHAHH GOD, THE
FEELING, AOHGHEHHAHEH
FUCCCKKK...FUCKKK...OHAHGHHEHAHEHRHHAHEOOAEOROIEAHHEHRHH
FUCCCcccckkkkkkkk..." Derek cried out as he collapsd to the soft, white
carpet with the boy still sucking him feverishly, draining him of every
last drop.

"Thanks, mister, that was great," the boy lifted his sweetly beautiful lips
from Derek's cockhead, smiling up at the man gratefully, "You really give
quite a load."

"What's your name?" Derek asked, struggling to speak amid the devastation
of his orgasmic pleasure.

"Sir Suckalot," the boy grinned up at him.

Derek laughed in spite of himself. "No, really, what's your name?"

"Ludovico Michello di Moreno," the boy imparted with a thick Italian
accent.

"Riiiiighhhhhhttt...okay, Sir Suckalot...let's go with that," Derek
laughed. "It's far more appropriate. Tell me, how long you been here on
Ecstasy?"

"Two weeks," the boy smiled, crawling up over Derek, kissing him. The kid
was a consumate professional at that as well.

"You 'suckalot' before you came here.

The boy shook his head. "Kevin teach."

Derek blinked in surprise, though on second thought, couldn't understand
WHY he should be surprised. "Kevin is a VERY good teacher...and you...you
are a VERY good...cocksuck...boy...very beautiful...sweet...loving..."

"Kevin say, suck you good when I see you," the little boy told him.

"Kevin didn't know I was coming over," Derek argued.

"He show picture of you," Sir Suckalot insisted. "This my final test. I
pass, no?"

"Wellll...I don't know...I think you need one more test," Derek teased.

"More?" the boy gazed down at him innocently. "I suck you more?"

"No, little one, I suck YOU," Derek insisted. "Can you cum?"

"No understand?"

"Cum...you know, ejaculate, make sperm...?" Derek questioned.

"Ahhhhh...make sperm...no," the boy brightened. "You teach make sperm?"

Derek laughed. "Well, kid, I don't think that's a learned...a teachable
activity, but I'd be happy to TRY. Get that hard little fuckstick up here,
I'll see what I can do."

"Fuckstick?"

Derek laughed once more. Deftly he gripped the boy's tiny pelvis and
flipped him around laying him out on his back beside him then kissed his
lips hard, letting his wet kisses trail down over the child's immature
little boy-body to his slender loins and his hairless groin before taking
the kid's rigid, four-inch cocklet in one hungry swoop.

"Aaiiiaeihaehaieihhghehahehhiaooieihgehhh!!" the boy squealed in delight as
Derek's cocksucking expertise enveloped him in a sudden gush of naked
sexual pleasure.

"You like that, do you kid?" Derek smiled up at the ecstatic little boy now
gripping his head. "If you liked that, you're gonna LOVE this," Derek told
him as he once more swallowed the boy, unleashing another soaring blast of
sexual pleasure on the hard, thrusting boy-cock between his lips.

"I like, I like, I like, I like," little Ludovico squealed in a prepubic
voice that blended perfectly with all the other high-pitched cries of
sexual pleasure swelling into a cacophony of orgiastic ecstasy around
them. "Feel good, feel good, mister..."

Derek realized he'd not told the kid his name. He was too busy sucking the
little boy's cock to be bothered doing so now.

"Amo tu...amo tu," the boy moaned.

Derek was no Latin schollar but he recognized the boy's words of love and
doubled his efforts.

"Aaaieiaehhhhhahh...oohahhahhahhahhahh...oh, ohhhhh,
ohhhhhh...suck....suck...suck, mister...suck cock...suck cock,
aoahahhhahehhaehrhehiaieiriihh feel good, suck cock...orgasm me...orgasm
me!"

Derek sucked harder, struggling to maintain control as the kid squirmed
wildly in his pelvic grip. Derek wasn't sure whether the kid might already
be caught up in his little-boy dry cum but it made no difference. Even if
the kid was having the orgasm of his life, there was no way Derek was going
to stop now. He was having the time of his life too, giving the naked
little boy who'd so incredibly sucked his cock a cocksucking the kid would
not soon forget.

"I close," the boy cried in what sounded almost like fear.

Derek moved into double time. He pushed the boy over the edge.

"AIIAIEHHAHEHRHHEIIAIEIHHEHHAH....IAIIGHEOAIEHORIHAOHHHHAHHH...I
UMMMMM...AGHEAOIEHORIAHEHRHEHHH... MAKE
SPERM...GHEAOEIH...IIAIIGEHAOEIHOIHO...EOAEIRHEOIGHHEHAHHHH...EIIAIGHEHHGHHGHH..."
little Sir Suckalot cried in pleasure.

Derek tasted nothing. The boy was speaking figuratively, or pehaps
hopefully. Still he sucked the kid's hard little cocklet with an endless
intensity giving the boy a 'best shot' at soaring into puberty.

Suck good...mister...suck good," Ludovico moaned, gasping for air.

"Mister Suckgood," Derek laughed. "I kind of like that."