Date: Sun, 3 Feb 2013 23:46:40 -0500
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: EcstasyInc Chapter 30

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 30


As Bobby Bristol and Dr. Mike Warren stepped off the elevator into the
"secret" sub-basement "fitness center" used primarily by Cox Pharm's chief
of operations, Dr. Ron Duncan, the room was dark and silent, illuminated
primarily by the underwater lights of the sizable swimming pool opposite
the elevator.

"How's he doin'?" Dr. Mike asked Weston Maris, the research assistant for
whom he'd just that day managed to get Pooh Bear clearence to watch over
Buddy Bristol.

"He's asleep now but if he's true to form, he'll be back awake in a few
minutes begging for relief," Weston eyed Buddy and his Ecstasy Inc pleasure
boy assistant lying together on the massive round bed in the darkened end
of the complex.

"The ejaculations tapering off?" Mike asked.

"A little in quantity, but not in frequency," Weston reported. "They're
down about 20%."

"Is he real bad sick?" Bobby asked with great seriousness.

"He's...not well..." Mike told the boy as the two of them watched his twin
brother.

"Is he gonna...die?" Buddy questioned, a tear forming in the corner of one
eye.

"Probably not until after I do," Mike smiled down at the worried little
boy. "This is NOT fatal, only...inconvenient."

"He gonna get better?" Bobby wanted to know.

"Yes," Mike told him definitely. "The only question is how soon and..." he
started to add "at what cost," but decided this was not the time or place
of the individual with which to discus the prognosis.

"He's wakin' up?" Bobby smiled as he rushed to the bed and crawled across
it to kiss his brother.

"Hi...you here to make me cum this time?" Buddy questioned as he squirmed
slightly against his naked brother.

Bobby looked up from his brother to Dustin on the opposite side. "Be my
guest, man, my arm's gettin' kind of tired after about twenty dozen times
this afternoon."

Bobby immediately gripped the cock he knew so well and started gently
stroking it.

"Give him some of the stuff," Buddy told Dustin as he felt the pain of an
overused boy-cock.

Dustin squeezed a small amount of the pain relieving gel onto the tip of
Buddy's cock as Bobby worked it into the shaft.

"Hhhhaaaaaaahhhhhhh that's better," Buddy sighed, sitting up slightly
kissing his brother's lips. "Do it to me, man, don't hold back, you ain't
gonna hurt me."

"Bobby! I wondered where you disappeared to," Doug Bristol said as he
observed his two sons lying out naked on the bed.

"They said it was okay," Bobby told his dad.

"I looked for you upstairs.  The other doctor said Dr. Mike brought you
down here," Doug smiled. "You takin' care of your brother for'em?"

"Just don't suck his cock...try not to get any of his...stuff on ya when he
cums," Dr. Mike instucted, handing Bobby a rubber glove, then helping him
put it on. "I'm not too comfortable with any of the Pooh Bears being
exposed to Buddy's fluids but...I guess with brothers..."

"He contagious or something?" Doug questioned as the two of them watched
Bobby jack Buddy's cock.

"Oh no...nothing like that...it's just...I don't want to contaminate the
tests in any way," Mike insisted. "Of course Bobby's role in all of this is
largely a moot point by now...as the control subject, he's perfectly
healthy, perfectly normal, while our test subject here...ISN'T."

"They find out what's goin' on?" Doug asked.

"Not much more than I told you at noon," Mike told him carefully. "He's not
ejaculating semon...zero sperm count, mostly fluid...good old h2 O...not
urine..."

"What IS it then?" Doug persisted.

"It's a lot easier to tell you what it's NOT than what it IS," Mike
allowed. "If we had to label it, I guess we'd call it non-seminal prostatic
secretions. The good news is they're tapering off somewhat in quantity. The
bad news is, he's still averaging about two orgasms an hour.

"How's he handling it?" Doug watched as he noticed his son starting to
tremble noticeably as his orgasm neared.

"Well...for an eleven-year-old, newly minted pubescent, I'd say about as
well as could be expected," Mike suggested.  "Mostly now he's suffering a
lack of deep sleep. You can probably imagine what it's like to be awakened
every half-hour needing to be jacked off."

"Not really," Doug admitted. "Looks like Bobby knows his stuff," he smiled
proudly.

"OHhooahaiiahahhahahhhh Bobby, Bobby, harder, harder, jack me harder,
faster, do it to me, man, do it to me, do it to me, make me cum, jack my
cock and make me cum...yeah, yeah, that's it, harder, faster, ahhahhah god,
you make it feel good, man, ohhhh yeah, ohhh fuck yeah, that's it, that's
it, man, ahhahah yeah, ahhhhh yeahhhh...ahhahhahh fuck, fuck, fuck, make me
cum, make me cum, ohhh yeah, make it happen, Bobby, make it happen, jack
the shit outta me, man, make me shoot my cum, make me...make me...ohhhh
fuck, Bobby, gettin' me close, man, gettin' me
close...close...closer...closer...closer and closer
and...and...AHAHEIIAIERHHHHEHHAEHRHHIII....AIAEIIAHEHRHHHHH...UNNNNGHGHHGHHA...OHHAHHAHHAH
FUCCCKKK, GHGHAEOIHRO GOD, CUMMIN' MAN, CUMMIN', CUMMIN', MAKIN' ME CUM,
MAKIN' ME SHOOT, OHHHH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, JACK MY COCK, JACK MY COCK, MAN,
JACK ME OFF, JACK ME OFF, MAKE ME CUM, KEEP MAKIN' ME CUM, OHHAHHAH FUCK,
FUCK FUCK FUCK, FEELS GOOD, FEELS GOOOOD, BOBBY, OHHAHHAHA GOD, SOOO
FUCKIN' GOOD, OHHHAHH FUCK, FUCK, OHHHHH FUCK, CAN'T STOP, CAN'T STOP
CUMMIN', OOHHHH GOD, THE FEELING, THE FEELING, OHAHHHAHHAHH FUCK, CUMMIN'
SOOOO HARD, OHAHHAHHH FUCK, CUMMMIN' SOOOO HARD, SOOO HARD IT HURTS, MAN,
OHHH, FUCK, SOOO DEEP...DEEP INSIDE ME, THE FEELING, OOAHEHAHEHH KIND OF
ACHEY...OHHAHHAH FUUUUCCCK...DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP, BOBBY, KEEP DOIN' IT,
KEEP DOIN' IT TO ME, KEEP JACKIN' ME, KEEP JACKIN' ME OFF, KEEP MAKIN' ME
CUMMM...CUMMMMM...CUM AND CUM AND CUM AND CUM AND
CUMMMMMMMMMmMMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmm!!" Buddy gasped as the excruciating,
painful pleasure of yet another orgasmic blast of sexual ecstasy overtook
him, wringing out his slender, little-boy body like a well-used rag.

"WHOA!" Bobby exclaimed as he released his brother's cock with his gloved
hand. "I think I got a little on my arm."

"Here," Dustin handed him a damp paper towel saturated with alcohol while
at the same time doing his best to contain Buddy's "non-seminal prostatic
secretions."

"Man, he cum like that all the time?" Bobby questioned as he watched Dustin
clean up the mess.

"Usually," Dustin replied. "Actually that was a little LESS than usual."

"Buddy, can you stay awake a while, you're dad's here," Dr. Mike asked as
he sat down on the edge of the bed with his sweetly beautiful young
patient.

"Hi, Bud, how's it goin'?" Doug questioned tritely, unable to come up with
anything more original.

"Hey, dad, you standin' in line to jack me off next time?" Buddy joked.

Doug looked about, not expecting such a line from the boy. "I didn't
realize there WAS a line but..."

"Old Dustin and Weston could use some rest," Buddy told them yawning, an
indication that he, too, could use some more rest.

"He's been basically just sleeping and shooting...whatever..." Weston
reported, "pretty much all last night and all day today."

"Sleeping and shooting, sleeping and shooting, sleeping and
shooting...ahhhhhhh what a life," Buddy joked, hoping to ease his father's
mind.

"Cock gettin' sore?" Doug asked.

"We use an oinment, heals, soothes pain, and lubricates all in one,"
Dr. Mike explained. "Actually, I'd have to say he's...feeling no
pain...gettin' a bit rundown, perhaps but..."

"He eating okay?" Doug asked.

"Okay? Yeah, I'd say he's eating okay," Mike replied carefully. Actually
Buddy was hardly awake long enought to eat, barely long enough to
drink. "Bowel movements, urine, all normal."

"Gettin' about time for my beauty rest again," Buddy told them as he grew
tired. "I've been getting so much rest I'm probably the most beautiful boy
on the island by now."

"Well, he hasn't lost his sense of humor," Doug smiled. "Buddy, you've
ALWAYS been the most beautiful boy on the island."

"What about ME?" Bobby reacted.

"Well, you're twins, right?" Doug smiled. "What goes for him applies to YOU
too, right?"

"The sick one always gets all the sympathy," Bobby insisted.

"I think we better go, let Buddy become...'more beautiful'," Doug suggested
as Bobby slipped from his brother's bed.

"Right," Dr. Mike agreed. "Bobby, we need to do some..."

"Poking and prodding," Bobby complained as he and his father headed for the
elevator.

"If we don't keep tabs on YOU, we won't know how your brother's doin',"
Dr. Mike told the boy as they waited for the elevator. "You're the norm."

"I'm okay, I ain't shot a drop," Bobby insisted.

"Well, I guess that's good," Mike smiled down at the boy as they boarded
the elevator. "How's your cock doin? You growin' any, any 'little tiny
hairs' down there, your voice changing or anything?"

"I've been monitoring him pretty close since this thing with Buddy
developed," Doug noted. "I've not seen any signs of inpending puberty.

"Bobby, you wanna go ahead and wait in the examining room...you know the
way," Dr. Mike suggested as they got off the elevator on the main floor.

"What is it?" Doug asked with foreboding.

"I didn't want to say anything in front of the boy...didn't want to fighten
him, but..." Mike began.

"I don't know about Bobby, but already you're scarin' the shit outta ME,"
Doug shuddered.

"Doug, as it stands now, we're looking at something like a WEEK of this
routine with Buddy," Mike continued, eyeing Buddy's father's reaction
carefully.

"It'll take that long for the drug to clear?" Doug asked.

"At least. We're seeing very low T-40 concentrations in his fluid," Mike
went on. "Now, that could be good. That could mean that there's not all
that much residual in his body, or it could mean that his prostate is not
up to the task of expelling the drug. His urine is completely clean. No
evidence of T-40 in his feces, yet..."

"Yet what?" Doug asked.

"Yet he keeps having all these damned fuckin' ORGASMS...ten times the
normal...well if it was semon...ten times the normal ejaculate..."

"Can you give him something to tame his sexual responses?" Doug questioned.

"Yes, we've thouoght of that, but if his body is intent on cleansing
itself, we don't want to interfere with the natural processes," Mike
explained.

"Can he take a week of...ejaculations every half-hour, 24-7?"

"Mike shrugged. "I suppose...the kid's young...otherwise healthy... It's
something he's not gonna look back fondly upon but..."

"What about long term?" Doug asked as the two men headed down the hall
toward where Bobby was waiting.

"Don't ask," Mike said simply.

"Whadya mean, don't ask?" tension rising in Doug's voice.

"Just what I said," Mike replied. "Look, in the first place, we don't
know. And in the second place..."

"What about the second place?"

"Doug, I've already told you more than I've been instructed to divulge,"
Mike sighed tiredly. "Please, give me a break here, I'm caught between a
concerned parent and friend and an iron-fisted bastard upstairs...and don't
ever repeat that."

"Not to mention an army of Cox International legal eagles..." Doug guessed.

"You said that, not me," Mike warned cautiously as they walked.

"But I'm RIGHT, am I not?" Doug insisted.

"BOBBY...! Sorry to keep you waiting, ole buddy," Mike greeted his control
subject with exaggerated glee, relieved that in so doing, his conversation
with the boy's father was at an end.

"I'll be here, Bobby, when you're finished," Doug told his son soberly as
he eased himself quietly into a waiting room chair.

"We won't be long," Mike told Doug sympathetically. He hated his role in
all of this.

Doug nodded, glad Derek had been tied up that afternoon with final editing
on his most recent video promo piece. Derek would have ripped Mike apart
limb by limb. He took a deep breath, trying to focus his thoughts. They
focused alright, but only on the spent little boy struggling to live within
his tired, over-sexualized little naked body downstairs. What bothered him
most was not the boy's condition, but what he didn't KNOW about that
condition, and still worse, what Mike might know but refused to tell
him. To top that off, the fact that Buddy's doctor was being somehow
RESTRAINED by the Cox Pharm powers in charge, rankled and frightened him
still more. And if that wasn't bad enough, Dr. Duncan, even the Cox
Pharmaceutical Corporation, were relatively small potatoes next to the
TRILLION dollar behemoth that was Cox International. When he'd agreed to
let the boys take part in Pooh Bear Tea, he'd been an outsider, merely a
highly satisfied guest, an ambitious, yet modestly successful real estate
broker. Now, he was part of that behemoth. He'd been inside the belly of
the beast. What he'd seen was both spectacular as well as horrifying. The
fact that Cox International was, essentially, becoming a soverign nation
was nothing short of incredible, their plans, their political and
diplomatic machinations, as astounding as they were intriguing. Yet, there
was a dark, underbelly. He's seen a small part of it first-hand with the
heartless uprooting of former residence from their homes for generations on
what EcstasyInc was now calling Erotic Isle--all in the name of
architectural purity. Of course there was a social and economic factor as
well. Millionaire boy-lovers couldn't have middle-class natives looking
over their shoulders. He shuddered to realize that he, himself, was one of
the millionaire boy-lovers he so distained.

And then there was Derek--the man he loved. Derek was NOT...definitely NOT
one of the aforementioned social elite. Derek loved boys. There was no
doubt about that.  Derek loved him, too. But aside from being his husband,
Derek was no millionaire, and moreover, didn't look, think, or act, like
one, barely tolerating those of the social class with whom Doug mingled and
through whom he was reaping such generous commissions. Worse still, Derek,
even in his position with EcstasyInc, didn't know the HALF of what Doug did
regarding Cox International's future plans. Doug couldn't tell him. He'd
come to know Derek well enough in the few short months they'd been married
to know what set him off. Derek would go ballistic if he knew where Cox was
headed. Little by little he'd allowed himself to tell Derek a little, but
in safegarding the boys' future, not to mention his own...and even Derek's,
what the man knew and DIDN'T know could definitely hurt him.

"DAD! I'm gonna live to be ninety," Bobby gushed as he seemingly sprung
back into the waiting room, rousting his father from his deep forboding.

"Give or take a decade or so," Mike followed, smiling down at the
beautiful, naked young boy raring to go.

"I didn't hear the sound of any orgasmic activity, I figured you two would
be a while," Doug joked, his son's bright demeanor acting as a much-needed
tonic.

"I'm saving that for gettin' together with the boys," Bobby giggled
excitedly. "Dad, can we go over to the dorm and eat with the other Pooh
Bears tonight?"

"I...I guess. I could use a little...play time," Doug allowed. "Thanks doc,
I'm sorry I..."

"No, I'm sorry," Mike countered. "I wish I..."

"When you two get done feeling sorry for each other, can we go, I'm getting
hungry," Bobby complained.


Bobby raced ahead as he and his father headed up the steps to the "dorm."
Doug was not "old" by any means, yet Bobby's vigor and energy made him
tired just to watch, which made having seen Buddy so listless and depleted
all the more disheartening. "I brought you over another one to worry
about," Doug greeted Austin Palmer as he entered the same polished marble
foyer where Buddy's "non-seminal prostatic fluids" still left a now
memorialized dull coating, marring the mirror-like sheen of the rest of the
floor.

"What? Me worry?" Austin shrugged, doing his best Alfred E. Newman
impression. Then all but collapsing, his arms around Doug's shoulders,
pretending tears, "ohhhhh man, thank god, you're here, these little freaks
are about to suck me dry."

Doug was a little taken aback, not sure which emotional outburst more
nearly reflected the man's state of mind.

"How's our little-boy cum-fountain doin'?" Austin questioned, growing more
serious, his arm still draped about Doug's shoulders as the two headed for
two kitchen bar stools.

"The words 'Old Faithful' come to mind," Doug sighed, "every thirty
minutes."

"Pretty rough, huh?" Austin sighed.

"Oh, yeah, in a way, though...you know Buddy...I think he's actually
ENJOYING it to some extent," Buddy's father reported. "He referred to his
new life as...'sleeping and shooting, sleeping and shooting, sleeping and
shooting'."

"Sounds like Buddy," Austin smiled lovinglyly. "I was kinda getting to know
your son a little, he was over here so much--very sweet, very loving..."

"Very horny, very ornery, very...very, very sexual," Doug completed the
man's description.

"Yes...well...aren't they all," Austin smiled. "Jack and I got called out
by Doc Warren today for NOT reporting the boys' starting to get involved in
anal sex."

"Really? The boys are starting to fuck each other?" Doug reacted in
surprise.

"Look...haven't you noticed," Austin nodded toward one of the Wells twins
asshole deep in one of the Janson boys just across the room.

"My boys too?" Doug questioned.

"Oh yeah...among the first, in fact," Austin reported. "Actually, Buddy
took a turn at MY ass. Hope you don't mind. And let me say, your son, even
at eleven, is a first class cocksman. He really knew how to handle
himself."

"I'm not surprised, they've been at it for several months now," Doug
revealed.

"Come on, let's take a walk-thru," Austin suggested. "I do this every so
often just to let them know they're being watched. I'm hoping they're
starting to learn that sex demands some degree of reason and
responsibility. Caught two of them the other day trying to fuck the same
boy. And...what do we have here...your Bobby...is that Lonnie he's
fuckin'?"