Date: Wed, 6 Feb 2013 01:52:45 -0500 From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com> Subject: EcstasyInc Chapter 31 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 31 Dr. Mike Warren stuffed the sheaf of lab reports into a manilla folder and headed for the elevator up to Dr. Duncan's office. Unlike Ronon Parker, he had his own key. He didn't need it though. Almost before he was out of the room he practically ran headfirst into his boss. "That the lab report?" Dr. Duncan asked brusquely. "I told them to call me the moment it was ready." "You better sit down," Mike warned as the two of them settled into the waiting room seats. "How's the kid?" Duncan asked. "Good news and bad new," Mike told him. "The good news..." Duncan demanded. "Well, his ejaculations are down to once every four hours," Mike told him. "And for that kid, that's almost what you could consider normal. Fluids still watery but pretty much normal in terms of quantity. "And the bad news...?" "You're lookin' at it," Mike told him, nodding toward the lab reports as Dr. Duncan read rapidly. "You read all this?" Duncan added. There were more than a dozen pages. "I scanned it. I was going to read it going up on your slow boat to China," Mike joked regarding the notoriously slow executive elevator. "Ohhhhhhh goddddd...damn, " Duncan reacted as he read. "SHITTTT..." "Read on, it gets better...or worse, I should say, if you're a certain eleven-year-old," Mike sighed. Dr. Duncan read on in silence, page after page. "Well?" Mike questioned as the doctor finished. "I'm thinking..." Dr. Duncan hushed him. "What about the project?" Mike asked. "What about it?" "You're gonna suspend it, right?" Mike questioned. "Definitely NOT," Duncan asserted. Mike blinked in astonishment. "After that? You're gonna..." "I...I'll look into it," Duncan slowly relented. Mike frowned in dispair but knew better than to argue with the man. "I'm glad you're the one who volunteered to handle the parents," Mike reminded him softly, changing the subject "Individually," Duncan dictated. "Individually?" Mike questioned. "Right, I don't relish going up against BOTH of them at once," Duncan eyed his subordinate. "Get...uhhh...Doug Bristol over here...tell him he can have his boy back. Give the kid something to dry him up. He's had about enough puberty for the time being." "And Derek?" Mike questioned. "If he comes stormin' in, and I wouldn't be surprised if he does...call me, give me as much warning as possible, then send him up." "What you gonna do?" Mike asked. "Hell, I don't know. That'll depend upon the illustrious Mr. Derek Chandler, I guess," Duncan reported. "Have the 'goon squad' downstairs standing by just outside my door AFTER he comes." "Security?" Mike questioned in surprise. "Loose cannon have to be tied down," Duncan told him. "Now, see to the boy then get his dad over here ASAP." ------- "Doctor Duncan wants to talk with you," Dr. Mike Warren told Doug Bristol when he arrived an hour or so later to pick up Buddy. "But...what about Buddy?" Doug objected, nothing more important to him than seeing his son again. "Buddy's fine," Mike told him, "I have to give him a shot, but..." "He's gonna LOVE that..." Doug sighed, "how's he doing?" "Much better, about one orgasm every four hours, fluids still clear but reasonable," Mike reported. "I'm gonna give him a shot to dry him up for a day or two, let him recover..." "What's Duncan wanna see me for?" Doug asked impatiently. "It's about Buddy...." Mike said, revealing no more. "I suppose it'd be useless to ask YOU for details?" Doug sighed in dismay. "And you'd be right," Mike smiled. "Here's the key to the elevator, or if you're in a hurry, it also unlocks the door to the stairwell." Resigning himself to a meeting he both dreaded yet wanted, Doug accepted the small key card then headed down the hall toward the elevator. "WAIT!" Mike suddenly called after him. "Whaaaaa?" Doug turned, reacting. "Come back...we need to talk," Mike called. "What is this? I thought you said Dr. Duncan wanted to talk to me?" Mike was silent for a very long moment, as his conscience wrestled with his ambitions and better judgment. "Well?" Doug reacted impatiently. "Doug..." Mike began. "Listen to me...I want you to take Buddy now... "Great, he'll be glad to get home," Doug brightened perceptibly. "No! Don't take him home," Mike instructed. "What?" "Call Derek, tell him to gather up Bobby and your daughter and meet you at the heliport," Mike urged gravely. "The heliport?" Doug repeated blankly. "There's a chopper due in about now, should be leaving in about an hour," Mike continued. "Doug, I want you to listen to me very carefully. Take the boys...your daughter...you and Derek...I want you to get the hell OFF this island immediately. At all costs." "You're kidding?" Doug couldn't believe his ears. "Believe me, I've never been more...I'm not kidding," Mike insisted. "Tell Derek your very lives...especially HIS...may depend upon it." "But..." Doug began. "Don't...please...don't ask questions, there isn't time. Just trust me on this...don't let anyone or anyTHING stop you," Mike insisted. "Now GO...Buddy's waiting for you in the foyer...take my golf cart...the green one...that key will start it. Call Derek on your way. Use the phone in the golf cart. Go straight to the heliport and try to find someplace there to stay out of sight till Derek gets there. I'll call Darin Romeo, explain what I have to and have him make the arrangements, get you some clothes, money...whatever else you'll need." "Our lives are in danger?" Doug asked in disbelief. "Doug...just GO!" Mike practically shoved him down the hall toward the front foyer. ------ Doug and Buddy saw a large white chopper landing atop the heliport terminal as they wheeled Dr. Warren's golf cart into the parking area next door. "Dad, what's happening?" Buddy asked tiredly as they quickly headed inside. "Buddy...I wish I knew," Doug told his son. Inside everything seemed quite normal, the terminal almost deserted except for the hospitality staff and transportation workers. Doug headed with Buddy toward a set of double doors leading to a long hallway and the departures lounge. There they took up residence in the restroom with Doug peeking out the door from time to time to see what was happening. "We going somewhere?" Buddy asked apprehensively. "I think so, Buddy," Doug told his son, "but...please don't ask any more questions. Just...do what I tell you...instantly. You understand?" For almost a half-hour Buddy asked no questions and Doug barely breathed as he peeked through the partially opened restroom door every few minutes. "Ohhhh, thank god, " he finally sighed as he spotted Derek, Bobby, and Bunny enter the otherwise deserted departures area. A moment later, with them came Darin Romeo and Ronon Parker. "Ronon, please run this bag up to the chopper pilot, tell him to wait, he'll have five returning passengers." Darin instructed. "I wish someone would tell me what the fuck's going on around here?" Derek demanded, looking first at Doug, who gave him back a blank stare, then at Darin. "Dr. Mike has...concerns," Darin began, then stopped, his eyes growing wider and deepening with anger. "Looks like we have company," he nodded toward the entrance to the departures lounge. "Dr. Duncan..." Derek grunted in contempt. "Who's the guy with him?" Doug asked. "One of the goons," Darin murmurred out of the corner of his mouth as the two approached. "The basement 'goon squad', what passes for security at Cox Pharm," Derek whispered. "The closest thing Ecstasy Isle has to law enforcement." "Romeo, what the fuck's going on here?" Dr. Duncan demanded of the island's chief administrator. "Dr. Duncan, what brings you...and your friend...out this fine evening?" Darin tried being pleasant. "I've been told you plan to transport off the island a very sick little boy," Duncan told Darin. "I've come to take him back to the clinic where he belongs." "I was told you released him," Derek interjected. "We...we've changed our minds...some new...tests have come to light and..." Duncan began. "What new tests?" Derek demanded. "Listen, gentlemen, I'd love to stay here and argue medical protocol with you but Mr. Bristol has a flight to catch...emergency meeting in Nassau, we really have to cut this short." "And he's taking his entire family with him?" Dr. Duncan retorted. "Just what kind of...'emergency meeting'...entails bringing along the whole damned family?" "THIS KIND," Ronon Parker, returning from the flight deck above, quickly sized up the confrontation and bore headfirst from behind into the back of Dr. Duncan's burly security man, knocking him to the floor. "KIDS, RUN...GET IN THE CHOPPER!" Doug cried as chaos evolved. Derek, seeing a opening, delivered a driving upper-cut punch straight to Dr. Duncan's jaw, knocking him out cold. Then, to everyone's surprise, Darin bent forward and withdrew a small, plastic item from his anal cavity. "HOOOOOOAOOOIIIAHHHHH DAMMNNNNNNN, THAT HURT!" Derek cried out in pain, gripping his bruised fist. "You should get yourself one of these," Darin told him as he delivered a stinging spray of incompacitating mace at the stunned security guard on the floor. "STAY PUT! There's plenty more where that came from. "Hooooo shit, where'd you get THAT?" Derek laughed as Darin held his tiny suppository weapon out for him to see. "Here, Ronon, keep an eye on those two," Darin tossed his assistant the small, non-lethal weapon. "And don't be afraid to USE it. Now, let's get everyone up on deck and into the chopper before more of the goon squad shows up. "Ooooooo grossss...it's got SHIT on it," Ronon complained, nearly dropping the container. "Vaseline," Darin corrected as he hustled Derek, and Doug, up the steps to the rooftop heliport. "But...what about our clothes? What'll we do when we get to Nassau?" Doug worried as Darin practically pushed and shoved them aboard the chopper. "No time, the pilot will explain everything," Darin urged. "Don't worry, Ronon and I can handle everything on THIS end." A moment later, the huge, white chopper lifted off and headed west into the sunset. "Any trouble?" Darin asked as he returned to find Ronon still standing guard. "Here, take this fuckin' thing. Smell it! There's a hell of a lot more than VASELINE all over it," Ronon tossed back the tiny container of mace. "Call Cox Pharm," Darin instructed. "Tell them to come pick up their garbage." ------- "What the hell just happened back there?" Derek cried in dismay over the deafening din of the copter's engines. "Call it escape from Ecstasy," the pilot yelled back. "Put on your intercom headsets, so we can talk." "Mmmmm...that's better," Derek said as the cabin noise dissipated. Doug was adjusting the other headset. Buddy, Bobby, and Bunny was digging through the small, overnight bag Ronon had put aboard finding quite a mismatched assortment of clothes. "Can you two hear okay?" the pilot asked. "Roger," Derek replied. "No, my name's Duke," the pilot joked introducing himself. "From what I understand, one of your boys back there is somewhat under the weather." "Buddy, my son," Doug acknowledged, "although I think he's better now." "Not from what I heard," Duke countered. "When we get to Nassau, we'll have a doctor look at him," Doug explained. "If we can get him past the Cox militia that'll be waiting for us at the airport," Derek worried. "We ain't goin' to Nassau," the pilot told them flatly. "But..." Doug began. "Listen...I ain't Cox...I'm independent...we're heading straight for Miami," Duke revealed. "Your friend Doctor Warren has arranged my charter service for a direct flight to Mount Siani Medical Center to have your boy admitted." "Hoooooooo SHIIIITTTT," Doug sighed. "Duncan didn't want to lose control of what must be..." Derek began. "Worse than we thought," Doug completed his words. "But what's all this 'your life depends upon it' shit?" "Hahhhh!" Duke laughed, "You obviously don't know Ron Duncan very well." "Whadya mean?" Doug asked. "Mad scientist with a side order of mafia don," Duke summed him up. "I beg your pardon?" Even Derek was surprised by such a phrase. "Wait. How do we know we can trust YOU?" Doug asked shrewdly. "My jacket there, front breast pocket..." Duke told Doug. Doug retrieved it. He checked the pocket and found a heavy black wallet. Opening it, his eyes nearly popped. "U.S. Marshall's Office?" He showed it to Derek. "My god, how the fuck did YOU get involved?" Derek asked in stunned dismay. "It's a long story...none of which is any of your business in any case," Duke told them. "My orders are to get you and your kids off the island so the boy can seek medical attention. That's all you need to know." "You...you gonna...arrest us once we get to Miami?" Doug asked apprehensively, feeling guilty for having involved his family in such a mess. "For what?" Duke laughed. "You done something wrong. You broken some laws?" "Err...no...not that we know of," Derek quickly told him, frowning fertively at his husband behind the pilot's back. He mouthed the words "shut up." "Of course, you two might want to get into some clothes or I'd have to arrest you for indecent exposure," the pilot joked, casting a glance over his shoulder at his last two remaining naked passengers. Doug looked back at the three kids huddled together in the rear seat. He almost laughed. Darin had apparently gone scrounging for wearing apparel in anything even CLOSE to their sizes. The boys' clothes were obviously those once worn by teenagers and Bunny's were at least two sizes too small--a halter top and extremely tight pink shorts. He motioned for Bobby to give his sister his t-shirt to further conceal her bustling feminine charms. The boys passed forward shirts and pants (minus underwear) for Doug and Derek, who somehow managed to get into them despite the cramped confines of the chopper cabin. For footwear, they had only the Ecstasy Island trademark flipflops. Derek observed their outfits and laughed, "Let's hope the FASHION police aren't out in force when we get to Miami." ----- Several tiring hours later they got to Miami. The chopper pilot gingerly set them down on the brightly lit heliport atop the hospital. There was waiting attendants with a gurney, who were somewhat surprised when a seemingly healthy Buddy insisted upon walking as they made their way inside to the elevator. Downstairs at admitting, Doug parked a shirtless Bobby and a woefully underdressed Bunny in a nearby waiting room while he and Derek signed papers and guided Buddy to an examining room. "My, aren't you the healthy looking chap, what seems to be the problem?" a dark complected doctor with an unknown accent questioned upon his arrival. Doug and Derek had nervously waited almost half an hour. "That's what we're here to find out," Derek told him. "He's been...showing signs of...puberty...unusual signs...and..." "Puberty? At HIS age...let me see, ELEVEN...eleven years old?" The doctor read from his admissions chart. "That in itself is...unusual, as you put it. Hmmmm...referral from Dr. Mike Warren... I think I know him, he interned here a few years back." "Ever heard of Ecstasy Island?" Derek asked apprehensively, unsure how much he should tell the doctor?" The doctor put down his chart. "That where Mike is now?" "You've heard of the place?" Doug questioned. The doctor nodded, his attention once more returning to Buddy's admission records. "Multiple ejaculations...what the hell does that mean?" "Like every half-hour," Doug told him. The doctor turned, appraising Buddy critically for a moment then smiled. "Excessive non-seminal prostatic secretions..." the doctor read on aloud. "Several ounces at at time," Derek revealed. "I know what excessive is but...I never heard of non-seminal prostatic secretions," the doctor looked up in disbelief. "You ever hear of something called T-40?" The doctor mused thoughtfully. "No, can't say as I have." "It's a testosterone derivitive. The Cox Pharm clinic on Ecstasy is running tests," Derek explained. "Buddy was given, what we think was an overdose of..." "Testosterone? For an eleven-year-old...you've got to be kidding..." the doctor remarked in genuine surprise. "Wait a minute. Did you say Cox Pharm? You mean...Cox Pharmaceuticals?" "I take it you've heard of them," Derek remarked without smiling. "Right. THEM I've heard of," the doctor acknowledged without much liking. "Mike is hooked up with...THEM?" "Afraid so," Derek told him. "Fortunately for us," Doug added, realizing what a risk Mike had taken in helping them escape. "Doctor Marcos, these lab reports just came for your boy, faxed in from...Ecstasy Island?" a hospital worker handed the doctor a folder of papers. "Where's that?" "Thanks, Stella," the doctor told her as he took the folder and peered inside. "Oh, I'm sorry, I don't think I introduced myself, this is my assistant, Stella Raines, I'm Dr. Orlando Marcos, shift supervising physician." Doug and Derek both nodded as Stella left. "Derek Chandler," Derek introduced himself. "This is my husband, Doug Bristol." The doctor looked up, smiled for a moment, then returned to the lab reports. "Have you seen these?" "No," both men answered almost simultaneously. "Good," the doctor said simply. He pulled back a privacy curtain and peered out. "Stella...could you come back here for a moment?" "Yes, doctor?" Stella responded. "Stella, this young man is named Buddy Bristol. I want you to take him upstairs and find him a room, get him properly attired for a few day's stay with us, then report back here while I have a little chat with his...parents," the doctor instructed, eyeing Doug and Derek. "I'm gettin' kind of hungry," Buddy put in. "And get him a cheeseburger and a Coke, while you're at it," the doctor added as Buddy brightened perceptibly. "And fries," Buddy did some adding too. "And fries," the doctor agreed as Buddy and the nurse departed. "Okay," the doctor began, pulling the privacy curtain back into place. He sat back down on a small stool, motioning for Doug and Derek to likewise be seated. "I've got a few questions...LOTS of questions, actually, and I want lots of answers. Moreover, I want straight answers...okay, poor choice of words...no afront to your sexual preferences...tell me everything from the beginning. Buddy's very LIFE may depend upon it.