Date: Wed, 30 Jan 2013 01:38:15 -0500
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: EcstasyInc Chapter 28

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 28


"Mike...come on in," Dr. Ron Duncan, the director of Cox Pharm Ecstasy,
invited as Dr. Warren was about to knock perfunctorily on his open
door. "Say, who's the cute kid Maris has down in the fitness center? You
got Weston getting him ready for me or something?"

"Well, you're certainly welcome to him if you want, but frankly, I wouldn't
advise it," Mike smiled, sitting down nervously on the edge of a nearby
chair facing Dr. Duncan's massive, ultra-contemporary desk.

"Oh?"

"We've got a very sick little boy down there," Dr. Warren began.

"That's strange, I was watching them on closed circuit, the kid put on
quite a show...one hell of an orgasm," Dr. Duncan observed. "He looked
pretty healthy to me."

"He's a Pooh Bear," Mike continued. "A test subject."

"He's had a bad reaction to his test?" Dr. Duncan guessed.

"You know what T-40 is?" Mike continued uneasily, unsure what Duncan's
reaction would be.

"Of course I know what T-40 is, I'm the director of the project, remember?"

"His name is Buddy Bristol. He was the T-40 test subject," Mike decided
there was no easy way to go on except to plunge ahead.

"Was?" Duncan looked up from some papers he was studying.

"Last night he had his first ejaculation."

"No surprise there," Dr. Duncan observed.

"He didn't ejaculate semon...sperm count, zero," Mike broke the news to his
boss. "I'm having it tested as we speak, but it appears to be a clear
fluid...a great deal of fluid, and worse yet, he's having orgasms every
fifteen to thirty minutes, all night long. What you saw was the most recent
episode...I've got Weston down there keeping an eye on him, helping him
out."

"Weston?  Weston Maris isn't cleared for Pooh Bear." Duncan recalled
angrily.

"Tell me about it. I called for someone...some dipshit up here, knowing
full well Buddy is a Pooh Bear, never bothered to check...just pulled a
name out of a hat and...not only is Maris not cleared, he's in for a rough
go of it the next few days as well."

"Pull Maris, you'll have to take care of the kid yourself," Dr. Duncan
commanded.

"No fuckin' WAY, I've got all ten...or rather nine, now...Pooh Bears coming
in for checkups this afternoon and then reports to write up on the boys all
day tomorrow," Mike objected. "I think you'll agree, I've got better things
to do that jack off little boys every half-hour."

"Well...call Darin Romeo, get him to send you someone," Duncan ordered.

"Already done that, but, man, this kid is in serious trouble, I want
someone down there with him 24-7 who knows an aspirin from a supository,"
Mike insisted politely. "And for all their many talents, none of the
Ecstasy cuties have any medical training beyond dispensing Duralon. I want
Weston Maris cleared for Pooh Bear access."

"But he's just a first year research assistant...bright kid, but..."
Dr. Duncan objected.

"Fine. You got anyone better? Or maybe YOU'D like to go down there and hold
the kid's hand...or rather his DICK while he blows his load a couple dozen
times a day," Mike continued, struggling to keep his voice even and
calm. "Unless I miss my guess, I think either the kid's having a bad
reaction to the T-40 or some pea brain patched him with something like ten
times the dosage needed to trigger puberty. it could be BOTH. In any case,
poor Buddy is gonna go through hell as his body struggles to cleanse
itself...and god only knows what its doing to his prostate or the rest of
his reproductive system."

"What'd you say his name was?" Duncan asked.

"Bristol, Buddy Bristol..."

"Doug Bristol's son?"

"You know him?" Mike asked, somewhat surprised.

"I think we've met a time or two," Duncan acknowledged.

"Worse yet, he's Derek Chandler's stepson," Mike added.

"HIM I know...EcstasyInc P.R., right?"

"Then you know what's gonna happen when HE finds out...we screwed up,"
Dr. Warren added the last three words with no small amount of trepidation.

"We don't KNOW that...moreover you make damned sure NEITHER of them even
SUSPECTS..." Dr. Duncan ordered.

"What am I supposed to do, LIE to the boy's parents...everything's
hunky-dorey, your kid's just a little hypersexual, happens all the time,
nothing to worry about, we'll keep him under observation, he's doin' just
fine..."

"Shut up!"

Mike shut up.

Dr. Duncan sat silently, thinking, for two or three long
minutes. "Okay...I'll get Weston Maris cleared for Pooh Bear. You'll have
to have Andy or someone..."

"Andy is going to be working with me screening the Pooh Bears..." Mike
objected.

"Andy or SOMEONE..." Dr. Duncan continued firmly, "...to babysit the boy
while I brief Maris. As for the parents, say NOTHING to them for now, lie
if you have to, but hold'em off till we know something for sure from the
tests. Then when we know something...I'll handle them. Bristol's no
problem. He's a company man. He knew what the score was when he signed his
boys up for Pooh Bear."

"And Derek?" Mike asked softly, watching carefully his boss's reaction.

Dr. Duncan took a deep breath. "Chandler's gonna be a problem. He's a
renegade, a fuckin' loose cannon. If he's not...'handled'...one way or
another, he could blow Project Pooh Bear Tea clear out of the water and
take Cox Pharm down with it.

"What're you gonna do?" Mike asked softly.

Duncan fumed silently for a moment. "Whatever I fuckin' HAVE to do...feed
him to the great white out by the lighthouse if I have to."



Dustin Dillon was more than a little nervous as he swung open the big glass
and steel door in entering the Cox Pharm reception area. Several men and
boys, all of them as completely naked as he was, sat around reading or
talking softly.

"Need something, kid?" the young stud behind the reception desk asked.

"I was suppose to come here and see a doctor...uhhh...Warren...Dr. Mike
they call him," Dustin recalled from his hemorrhoidal encounter several
weeks before.

"Heyyyy, I remember you...HEMORRHOIDS? Right?" the reception cried
gleefully as every man and boy in the room looked up and smiled.

Dustin turned ten different shades of beet red. "Yeah," he said softly,
looking down, inspecting his toenails.

The receptionist, still laughing, picked up a phone and punched in
Dr. Warren's code. "The 'Hemorrhoid Kid' is here."

"Send him down to the fitness center," Dustin could hear the voice on the
other side. He recognized it as Dr. Warren's. "Be sure to give him a key
card."

"Right," the gorgeous hunk of receptionist man-flesh replied, then hung
up. He pulled a small plastic card from his desk drawer and threaded it
onto a nylon cord, then handed it to Dustin. "Okay, now listen to this
carefully, it's complicated and I don't feel like repeating myself, okay?

"I'm listening," Dustin said softly.

"Go through those doors, turn left, go down to the end of the hall, you'll
see a receptionist desk about like this one," the receptionist
began. "That's the clinic. Turn right, go down that hall to almost the
end. There'll be an elevator on your left. Ya got this so far."

Dustin nodded.

"You take this little thingie and slip it into the slot. The doors will
open. Get on the elevator and press the bottom button," the man told
him. "I think it's labeled sub-basement, or maybe SB...or Fitness...hell, I
can't remember, anyway, take the elevator down as far as it'll go, then get
off. Dr. Warren will be waiting for you there. Ya got all that?"

"I think so," Dustin replied.

"THINK SO?" the man thundered. "Listen kid, you punch the wrong button and
you'll be gettin' off in Dr. D's office and we'll BOTH have hell to pay."

Dustin nodded wordlessly and took the key, putting the cord around his
neck. He bravely headed off on his adventurous elevator safari.

For all his rather raw demeanor, the guy behind the desk gave good
instructions. Dustin found the elevator and boarded the vertical
conveyance, but found no button marked "SB," or "Sub-basement," or "Fitness
Center." All the letters by each button were mostly worn off. Hoping for
the best, he pressed the bottom button, and was relieved when the car
dropped beneath his feet. A few seconds later, it glided to a stop and the
doors slid open.  Dustin peered out. The room was dark. The first thing he
saw was a sizable lighted swimming pool, casting ghostly glimmers of light
on the ceiling and mirrored walls.

"Hello? Anybody here?" Dustin inquired of no one in particular as he
tentatively stepped off the elevator feeling very, very naked and uneasy.

"Over here," Dustin heard Dr. Mike's familiar voice.

Though the room darkened the further his eyes moved from the pool, Dustin
could make out a large bed.  On it was a naked boy lying flat out on his
back.  Dr. Warren was stroking the boy's cock.

"Come here," Dr. Warren ordered. "Take over for me, I gotta run upstairs."

Dustin had jacked a few cocks in his young fourteen years but seldom under
such downright spooky circumstances.

"Hi," the boy popped up his head and greeted Dustin.

Dustin relaxed somewhat. "You...you're the Bristol kid...uhhh...Bobby,
right?" Dustin guessed as he recognized the naked boy on the bed.

"Buddy..." Dr. Mike corrected. "Come over here, lie down, take the kid's
cock and jack him off, okay?"

"Uhh...yeah...sure," Dustin joined Dr. Mike and Buddy Bristol on the bed,
his own hand replacing that of the doctor in masturbating Buddy's cock.

"Now listen, make him cum, but be prepared, he's gonna shoot a buckin'
fucket...fuckin' bucketful," the doctor instructed. "I spread this
absorbant waterproof pad over him to catch it all so you don't have a
collossal mess to clean up."

"Okay," Dustin smiled, feeling a little rediculous.

"Now pay attention, try to aim it at the pad," Dr. Mike added as he stood
next to the bed observing the attractive young EcstasyInc pleasure
boy. "You two know each other, right."

"A little," Dustin said...nothing like this but..."

"Do it to me, man, I need it, I need to cum...need to cum baaaddddd," Buddy
encouraged his masturbator.

"I should be back down to check on him before too long, but if I'm not, you
may be on your own with him for an hour or two until we get
his...nurse...cleared."

"Is he real bad sick?" Dustin asked.

"Sorta...ohh, by the way...don't let him talk you into suckin' his cock,"
the doctor smiled as he headed at a brisk pace toward the elevator.

"He's cool," Buddy smiled up at Dustin. "Thanks for coming over."

"What's wrong with you?" Dustin asked, hearing the elevator doors slide
shut.

"Cum-itis. I cum too much and too often," Buddy smiled up at the extremely
cute teenager. "Ohhhhhh fuck, Dustin, jack me, man, jack me harder, just
jack the helll outta me...owwww...use some of that stuff in the tube on my
cock, I'm startin' to get a little shopworn down there."

"Never heard of cum-itis," Dustin told him as he began jacking Buddy harder
and faster. "How's this?"

"Better," Buddy sighed. "It won't be long, I cum pretty fast. "Cum-itis is
a mild form of orgasm-itis in it's latter stages, for which the prognosis
is NOT good."

"Sounds like a severe form of BULLSHIT to me," Dustin sneered. He'd been in
the sex business since he was about ten and easily knew when someone was
shittin' him."

"OHHHHHHhhhhh fuck, gettin' me close, man, ohhh yeah, oohhh yeahhh, ohhh
fuck, you're a lot better than Dr. Mike, man, he squeezes too tight," Buddy
gasped as his aching sexual need for release swelled within his thin,
hairless groin.

"You look awful young to be shootin' cum...and not a hair..." Dustin
observed as he watched anxiously for the geyser Dr. Warren had promised to
erupt.

"You just fuckin' WATCH me," Buddy moaned as his voice cracked and he
squirmed and trembled in Dustin's grip. "Ohhahhahhahhiii, man, do it to me,
do it to me, harder, faster, do it to me, make me cum, Dustin, make me cum,
make me cumm, ooaoeoiahoe fuck make me
hooot...ooaoeiiiOOOOOEIAOOAOOAERRIEIIGHH
HAHHHGHHGHHGH...FUCCCCKKK...SHOOTIN'...SHOOTIN'...OHHHA...OAOOEIHAOEIRHOH...IEIIAEHOOAHEHHRHEHHHGHH
FUCCCCK....FUCCCKKK...OHHH YEAH, YEAH, HANG ON, JACK ME, MAN, JACK ME
REALLY, REALLY HARD, GOOAOIHEORIH GOD, LOOK AT AT THAT FUCKIN' SHIT POPPIN'
OUTTA MY COCK, MAN, OOIGAHEHHAHEHRHHH FUCCCK, IT'S BEEN LIKE
THAT....AOIGAIEHROIHAOEIHAEHHIERIIHHHHK!!!" Buddy cried out in the painful
throes of yet another horrific orgasm, his fifteenth of the day, and it
wasn't even NOON yet.

"Hoooooo shiiiiittttt," Dustin cried as he gaped in awe at what the
beautiful little eleven-year-old boy was doing, practically flooding the
place with his cum. "Ohhhh fuck, kid, you can stop ANYTIME, now you
know. Seven, eight, nine, ten...twelve...fourteen...ohhhhhh fuccckkkkk,"
Dustin draped his words in awe. He gave up counting Buddy's spurts of
watery boy-juice individually in favor of two at a time, then further gave
up counting them at ALL.

"IT'S...easin' off...whew...that was a rough one...shiiiiittttt...felt so
good it hurt," Buddy struggled to pull himself back into one piece.

"I've had cums like that a few times," Dustin sympathized.

"I don't THINK so," Buddy argued as he deftly folded the waterproof paper
"blanket" then tossed it into a large, bedside trash can with almost a
dozen others. "You ever shoot a GALLON of cum a DAY?"

"Uhhh....not recently...okay, not EVER," Dustin admitted. "What'd you do,
rupture one of your balls?"

"They're checkin' to find out," Buddy told him, careful not to divulge any
irrationally big PooH bear secrets.

"Does it really...you know...hurt when you cum?" Dustin asked, wiping his
hand where he'd been cum upon.

"It didn't at first...not last night, really," Buddy told his new
cum-buddy, "but this morning...I'm kinda startin' to...sort of ache
inside...still feels really...good, I guess you could say, but...it's
gettin' pretty intense...first five or six spurts ain't bad but...after
that..."

"I thought it kinda sounded like you were in pain," Dustin noted, looking
about. "You tried the spa...the pool...?"

Buddy shook his head, hardly moving. "Naw...I'm kinda bushed...didn't get
much sleep last night...pretty tired. Orgasming takes a lot outta ya...know
what I mean...a lot of CUM...fluids...but...kind of drains the energy too."

"You tired? You wanna rest?" Dustin asked solicitously, instinctively
playing the concientous caregiver.

"I think I will...if you don't mind...while I can...hate to be such a
bore," Buddy appologized to the beautiful young teenager he'd had the
"hots" for since the first time he'd seen him at the Bieb's.

"That's okay, think I'll go relax in the boilin' pot over there," Dustin
told him. "Let me know when you're ready to cum again."

Buddy didn't reply.  He was blissfully sleeping already. Dustin leaned over
and kissed his sweetly beatiful lips.


Upstairs, the Cox Pharm clinic waiting area was rapidly filling up. Austin
and Jack had outfitted all the Pooh Bears with flipflops and together
they'd hiked the mile or so from the dorm around the perimiter road to
their weekly checkups with the doctors.

"We're going to try and do this as quickly as possible," Dr. Mike Warren
told the group minus one, his mind more on the "minus one" than all the
other boys in the room combined. "We're going to take you two at a
time...both twins at once, starting with then END of the alphabet this
time, the gentlemen making up the Australian delegation, the Wells
fornicators...if you please...right this way boys."

"Here, take a cup and go pee in it...you know the routine by now," Dr. Andy
handed out small plastic specimen jars, "and please...be neat about
it...aim carefully; don't bring it back WET."

"So, how have you boys been this week?" Dr. Mike asked as the boys returned
and Andy labeled their urine samples.

"I've been just peachy," Loren smiled as he and Lonnie sat side by side on
the examining table. "Him, not so much."

"Ohhhh...you've been sick?" Mike asked Lonnie.

"Nope, never felt better," Lonnie insisted.

"But you said..." Mike began.

"I said I've been 'peachy,' look," Loren thrust forward his slender, naked
pelvis a bit.  "See...peachy...fuzzy...see, down there around my pecker,
it's gettin soft and fuzzy."

"Hmmm...yes, so I see...I would hardly have noticed but...does look like
the first signs of pubic fuzz," Dr. Mike gently ran his gloved fingers over
Loren's groin area, cock, and balls.

"But him...not so much..." Loren boasted proudly.

"Not at ALL," Lonnie sighed. "That mean he's the guinea-pig and I'm the
control?"

"Well, I'd have to pull up your records to be sure, but the evidence would
seem to indicate that," Mike admitted. "Either of you shot any cum this
week...any wetness at all after orgasms?"

"Nope..." both boys said, shaking their heads.

"How often you been orgasming?" Dr. Mike questioned. "...on average, each
day?"

"I've been doin' it about ten times a day," Loren told the
doctor. "Yesterday it was 12, I think."

"About six," Lonnie said.

"I just can't seem to think or anything else...I just keep wantin' to...you
know...DO it all the time," Loren reported. "Is that caused by the patch
too?"

"I wouldn't be surprised," Mike admitted. "Tell you what. I want the two of
you to swing around facing each other there on the table...stretch out your
legs , Lonnie, yours on top of your brothers, okay...great. Now, I want you
to take each other's cocks and give each other an orgasm. I'm not going to
hook up the EEG but I am gonna TIME you, get your TTOs, okay?"

"Cool, we never done it like this before," Lonnie smiled as he scooted in
closer to his brother, their hard, young, upthrust cocks practically
touching betweeen them.

"Okay...ready...GO...start jackin'," Mike started two different digital
timing devices. "Jack them cocks, boys, jack them cocks, jack them cocks,
ohhh yeah, yeah, yeah, that's it, jack'em, boys, jack'em, jack'em, jack'em,
ohhh yeah, that's the way, I wanna make sure neither one of you has started
ejaculating or even seeping...that's sometimes a sign you're getting close
to..."

"I'm gettin' CLOSE, allright," Loren smiled as their fists worked like a
blur. Dr. Andy squeezed a little lube on the head of each cock as the boys
doubled down, each trying to beat the other to the heights of sexual
ecstasy.

"He's been beatin' me all week, but not today, I've been practicing,"
Lonnie crowed as a look of dogged determination spread of his boyishly
sweet face.

"Ohhhh yeah, ohhhh fuck yeah, do it, boys, do it, do it, do it to each
other, make it happen. Maybe this will be the day, just like Buddy the
other night, maybe one of you can shoot off for the first time," Dr. Mike
encouraged.

"I'm gettin' close," Loren warned.

"I'm feelin' it too," Lonnie insisted as well. They stared at one another
in wild sexual abandon, feeding off one another's growing sexual pleasure
the way only two twin boys ever could, knowing one another sexually as well
as they knew themselves.

"Close...closer...closer and closer and closer...I'm gettin' there,
I'm...I'm gonna...ohhhh fuck...I'm gonna...feeling it...feeling it sooo
strong, I'm...I'm...AHHAHEAHERHGHHGH...EIIGHAERHHHGHHFUCK, DOC, MARK IT
DOWN...THE TIME...AGHEAEIRHHEHHAHEHHIO UNNNGGHHH, OH YEAH...FEELS GOOD,
GOEOIAIEHROIH GOD, THE FEELING...OHHH YEAH, FUCK YES, MAN, LONNIE, YOU
REALLY...AOGIEHAEHOHHHEHRIIIIH YEAH, OOHHHHAH GOD, AOOGHEAIEOHR FUCK, FUCK,
FUCCCK, FUCCCCCKKK!"

"Two sixteen," Mike clicked the timer while watching carefully his
stopwatch aimed at Lonnie.

"OHHHHH FUCk, don't stop, hoaoeihaoihe god, keep doin' me, Loren, feels
good, feels good, always feels good when you jack me, but this time...this
times feels special, this time...ogooahehhrhh god, the feeling is
gettin'....ahehaieirihoaeh...intense...ohhh fuck...ohh fuck, I think...this
is it...I think I'mk gonna...I'm gonna...I'm
gonnnna...CUMMMM...CUMMMM....OOOAOHEHAHH YEAH, YEAH, OGOOAHOEIRH GOD, YEAH,
GONNA CUMMM...GONNA SHOOT...FEELS GOOD, FEELS SOOOO GOOD, THE FEELING, THE
FEELING...OHHAHHA GOD, I CAN'T DESCRIBE IT
BUT...OOAOHEHAHEHR...IEIIGHEHAHEHRHHHGHH...UNGH, UNGH UNGHHHHHH!" Lonnie
cried out in sexual exultation even though he'd not won the TTO race.

"Three-oh-one," Dr. Mike revealed Lonnie's time. "Ohhhh yeah, yeah, Lonnie,
nice one...still dry but...both of you; you really jacked each other great,
really hard, really fast. Both of you, really good times. I'll let you know
how you compare to the other boys.

"OhhhoOOhhhhhhhahhhhhHHHHHHHH FUCCCCKKKKK DOC, HGHOAOEIHORH FUCK, FUCK,
FUCK, THAT'S GREAT...HGAOIEHORIH GOD, STILL FEELING THE SPASMS, THE LITTLE
JOLTS, AHHGHHAHEHRHH MAN, I CAN'T BELIEVE I DIDN'T SHOOT, SURE FELT LIKE
IT...SURE FEEEEEEELLLLS LIKE IT...OAHHEHRH FUCK, THAT WAS CLOSE, I THINK I
ALMOST CUMMED, FELT SOOOO GOOD."

"Okay boys, soon as you've pulled yourselves together, I want you to go
with Dr. Andy." Dr. Mike directed. "He's gonna get your vitals and check
your carefully for any other physical differences. Loren, you look a little
taller than your brother this week.'

"His flip-flops are thicker than mine,' Lonnie insisted.

Mike laughed. "Andy, be sure to have'em take off their new flipflops before
you check their height, we've got a little controversy brewing here."

"I beat you by a whole 45 SECONDS," Loren proclaimed as the two boys
disappeared into Dr. Andy's cubicle.

"That just means I'm a better jacker-offer than YOU," Lonnie insisted.