Date: Fri, 8 Feb 2013 19:17:20 -0500 From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com> Subject: EcstasyInc Chapter 32 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" (all under Bisexual Adult/Youth). "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 32 It was shortly after seven when Dr. Ron Duncan picked up the phone in his office and angrily pounded the number 251-0051. When a voice answered, Duncan shouted, "get me Darin fuckin' Romeo and don't tell me he's not in. This is Ron Duncan...DOCTOR Ron Duncan!" "Okay, DOCTOR Ron Duncan, I won't tell you he's not in, but he's not in," Albert, Darin's personal assistant replied. "Have you tried his home?" "What's the number," Duncan growled. "2-5-1, 0-0-5-2" he repeated as he jotted it down, slipping the ice pack on his jaw from one side to the other. Slamming down the receiver, Dr. Duncan dialed Darin's home phone with the same angry electronic telecommunication abuse. "DARIN!" He bellowed as a male voice answered. "Mr. Romeo is occupied right now, could I have him call you..." "I don't give a shit if he's half-way up your fuckin' ass at the moment, I wanna..." Dr, Duncan cried. "This is Doctor Duncan...PUT HIM ON." "This is Ronon Parker and he's NOT halfway up my fuckin' ass," Ronon snapped returning the doctor's bellicose attitude. "Actually he's got his mouth full, suckin' my cock at the moment and I'm almost ready to cum. He's gonna HAVE to call you back." Ronon then heard a loud crash as Dr. Duncan smashed down the phone. He broke the plastic casing. Darin turned his eyes upwards as he sucked Ronon's hard young six-inch boy'cock. Behind him, his son was wildly plowing his ass. "Guess who's pissed," Ronon commented, knowing the question required not great amount of speculation. Darin smiled and kept on sucking. "Did Derek REALLY lay him out?" Kevin asked, rythmically fucking his father's love canal. "God, I wish I'd been there." "We should set up our OWN squad of hit men," Ronon smiled down at his father-in-law. "Ohhh fuck, man, gettin' to me, ohhhhhhhhh fucccckkkkk." "Yeah, dad, suck him off, I'm gettin' close too," Kevin urged as his slender, eleven-year-old pelvis swung into high gear. Darin began suck harder and faster upon request. "We could call'em Darin's Scarem Harem," Ronon proposed. "Ohhhh god, suck me, suck me, suck me, ahghahoeirhoaih fuck, feels good, feels good, ohhh yeahhhhh...yeah...yeahhhhh..." "How about Ecstasy Sexy Security?" Kevin suggested. "Ahhh...ahhhh...god, dad, your ass, man, your fuckin' ass...tight....fuccckkkk....how do you keep it so tight with that hunky Albert fuckin' you all the time?" "Get ready," Ronon warned. "Get ready, I'm gettin' close. You're gettin' me close. Suck it. Ohhhhh fuck suck me, suck me, suck me off, suck me off, suck me....me...OFFFFFFFFF... AOOAOEIHAHEHREIIIAOIEIHOIHOH FUCK, OFFFF...SUCKIN' ME, SUCKIN' ME OFFFF, GHEOAIEHROIH GOD, SUCKIN' MY CUM, SUCKIN' ME OFF, OHGOIHAOEHIRO FUCK, MAN, MAKIN' ME CUM, MAKIN' ME CUM SOOO FUCKIN' HARD, SO FUCKIN...!" "aoaoeihoooo...OOOAOEIHROAIEHHREHHRHHH FUCCCCKKK, CUMMIN' TOO, MAN, CUMMIN' RIGHT STRAIGHT FUCKIN' UP YOUR FUCKIN' ASS, MAN, OOOIAIEHOAIHE GOD, GOD, GOD, THE FEELING, GHEOAIEHROH FUCK, HIIEOAIHGOEIH FUCK, LOVE BEIN' ABLE TO SHOOT MY CUM NOW, FEELS SOOO GOOD, GEIAOHEOH FUCK, DAD, FUCKIN' YOUR ASS, AHGOEAIEHRIOHO GOD, FEELS GOOD, FEELS GOOD, GHEOAIHEORIH FUCK, FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK," Kevin accelerated his pelvic thrusts as his pleasure skyrocketed within him, causing him to gush out three or four huge, really hard burst of adolescent sexual fluids. "Fuck me, Kevin, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, son, keep fuckin', keep...keep..." Darin cried, having pulled off Ronon's spent cock, setting himself firmly in place for his own orgasm as Kevin pummeled him from behind. "Ohhhhhh fuckin' shit, ogoiehaoeih god, Kev, do it to me, keep doin' it to me like that, fuck my hot little bud inside me, ooghhoiioih yeah, yeah, Kevin, the feeling, gonna do it to me, gonna make me cum, keep fuckin' me, keep fuckin' me, keep fuckin' me really hard, really....really...really...aooeoiaieOOIIEIAHGOEIHEIHO...HARRRRDDDD... HARRRDER, HARDER, HARDER, HARDER...OOEOOIAHEOIRHOIH FUCK, KEVIN, MAKIN' ME CUM, MAKIN' ME CUM, MAKIN' ME FUCKIN' CUM...CUM, AHGOIEAHOEIRH GOD, KEVIN, KEEP FUCKIN' ME, DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP, KEEP FUCKIN' THAT HARD LITTLE COCK OF YOURS STRAIGHT UP... "LITTLE," Kevin cried out. "OKAY, NOT SO LITTLE...JUST KEEP FUCKIIN' ME WITH IT, KEEP FUCKIN' ME, KEEP FUCKIN' ME, KEEP...KEEP FUCKIN'...HAHOIOEHOAEIH GOD, YOU GIVE GREAT ORGASMS, BOY, OHAOEIHORI FUCK, YOU'RE GOOD...FUCKIN' ME, FUCKIN' ME, FUCKIN' ME AND FUCKIN' ME AND...AGIEOAIHEOIH GOD, ORGASMS WITHIN ORGASMS...GIAIERHAIEHOIRHOIH...FUCCCCKKKK...WITHIN ORGASMS, OOGIHOIH GOD, KID, OLD COLTON REALLY TAUGHT YOU GOOOOOODDDD," Darin orgasmed convulsively right along with the boys, "Ohhhhhhhh fuck, that felt goooooood," "Ohhhhh god, we sure orgasm good together," Kevin sighed as he broke away and settled nakedly on the bed between his husband and his father. "We do alright together...great way to relieve tension," Darin smiled as he hugged and kissed both of his favorite "sons." "What'd Duncan want?" Kevin inquired, now that his mind was not otherwise occupied. "Your dad, what else?" Ronon shrugged. "You think he's gonna FIRE you?" "HE can't fire you, you work for me...EcsasyInc, not Cox Pharm," Kevin insisted. "I don't work for either one, certainly not YOU," Darin set his son straight. "And no, he's not gonna fire me. In fact, I'd guess that's why he's so pissed. I guess I'd better call him back before he has a stroke. Wouldn't want to be responsible for his UNTIMELY death, now would we?" "No, never," both boys laughed sarcastically. Darin picked up the phone. "Albert, get me Dr. Duncan's cell num...okay...got it, 752-1255, he's probably on his way over here right now." Then Darin laughed. "They what? Okay... thanks." "What's so funny?" Kevin laughed. "As if you didn't know," Darin smiled accusingly. "Which one of you two let the air out of the tires on his golf cart." "Us?" both boys reacted in what Darin wasn't sure was genuine surprise. He punched in the number Albert had given him on his own cell phone. "You wish to speak to me?" Darin asked solemnly as he recognized Dr. Duncan's still angry voice. "ROMEO, GET THE FUCK OVER HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANT, AND LEAVE YOUR FUCKIN'...SECRET WEAPON... AT HOME," Darin, not to mention the two boys, heard the doctor scream angrily. "No," Darin told him softly and simply. "WHAT?!" "You heard me," Darin told the man. "You wanna see me, you come over here...and leave your fuckin' egghead goonies at home." Then he hung up. "Dad!" Kevin exclaimed in suprise. "I can't believe you had the balls to say that." "Kevin, you may have originated from them, but there's a lot you have to learn about my balls," Darin told his son. "What if he brings the goon squad anyway?" Ronon worried. "Come here. Look outside." Darin beckoned the boys to a front-facing wall of glass. "Looks like quite an army," Ronon observed as he saw more than two dozen men and boys loitering outside. "There's that many more in back," Darin told them, "and each one is armed with...what'd Duncan call it? My secret weapon?" Darin's cell phone chimmed. "The Cox Pharm limo just left the building." "Thanks," Darin smiled. ------- Retelling of the Ecstasy Island saga, and specifically, details regarding Pooh Bear Tea for Dr. Marcos benifit took more than an hour. And despite the doctor's warning to leave nothing out, Derek did, in fact, leave out at least as much he divulged--his old reporter's instincts coming into play. The doctor, on the other hand, told them little. "I'm not going to get into the detail from this lab report, most of which you wouldn't understand anyway. On top of that, I'm assuming you brought the boy here for a second opinion as well as anything we might be able to do in treating his problems." "Problems? As in plural problems?" Derek questioned. "Whatever the hell this...T40 is, it's powerful stuff...worse, actually than testosterone for a boy his age...hell, for ANYONE of ANY age," the doctor declared. "Why they're even fuckin' around with...excuse my language...this shit is beyond me, much less injecting it into young boys." "They used a skin patch," Doug corrected. "Whatever...the results would be the same...HAVE been the same, and I don't think I have to tell you, they've NOT been good." "You said...problems?" Derek persisted. The doctor took a deep breath. "I don't know which would be worse, confiding to you MY worries or leaving you to ponder your own." "I prefer YOUR worries," Derek quickly let him know. "Okay...your son...will...in all likelihood...be sterile," Dr. Marcos said gently. "That's what Cox Pharm decided and I tend to agree. "Sterile?" Doug repeated in sad dismay. "That's not the worst of it," the doctor continued. "There's a very good chance...if I had to put a number to it, I'd say a 90% chance Buddy will develop testicular cancer..." "OHHHHhh my GODDDDD," both men gasped almost simultaneously. "Before he turns twenty," the doctor continued. "And that's only if we start a vigorous treatment regimen NOW. With drugs...radiation. We can work wonders, but...but not miracles," he added sadly, his voice choking a bit with emotion. "And without treatment?" Doug asked. "A year...two at the most," Dr. Marcos decreed. "FUUUCCCCKKKKKK!" Derek cried angrily, with no appologies to the doctor for his language. "All pending the outcome of OUR tests, of course, but...from what I see here, one thing you can give credit to Cox Pharm, they're thorough," Dr. Marcos told them. "But let me warn you, they MAY have deliberately been conservative in their prognosis estimates. -------- "How's Buddy?" Bunny asked as she and her brother sprung to the feet in seeing their "fathers" return to the waiting room. "They're gonna let him rest this evening, get a good night's sleep...they gave him a sedative," Doug told his other two children. "Then they're gonna start a whole battery of tests first thing tomorrow." "It'll be several days before we know the results," Derek added, trying his best to give no hint of the bad news the doctor had just laid on them. "For now, we're going over on the beach and get a room. The doctor's assistant made reservations for us at a place called the Venezia. It's less than a mile from here." "If Buddy's HALF as tired as I am right now, he ought to sleep like a log," Bunny sighed, yawning. The unexpected trip had been hard on all of them. "Come on, we'll catch a cab, get you two to the hotel, then we're going out and see if we can find some decent duds," Derek smiled as they headed for the entrance. "We look like a bunch of wetbacked refugees just washed up on the beach." The Venezia was not a very big hotel, nice, but certainly not in the same league, or same price range as most Miami Beach hosteleries. The room came with two double beds. As much as Derek and Doug might have liked to utilized one of them, they were all hungry and badly in need of new clothes before they could even CONSIDER going out to eat. Bunny headed straight for the shower. Bobby esconced himself, sitting on the end of the bed in from of the TV with a game controller and something called "Death Trap." "You think it's a good idea to leave the two of them there alone?" Doug asked as he and Derek headed back down on the elevator to the lobby. "No, but I don't see we have any choice, unless you want ME to pick out clothes for Bunny," Derek laughed. "What's the worst they could do, FUCK each other?" "I wouldn't even trust YOU to pick out clothes for ME, much less Bunny," Doug joked. "It's pretty bad when we gotta go buy her decent clothes so she can go shopping for INDECENT clothes all day tomorrow." "She's YOUR daughter, you can censor THAT little outing," Derek announced. "Bobby and I will go see Buddy...try to cheer him up. I shudder to think...god, he's gonna be scared to fuckin' death...all those people...pokin' and proddin'...as he puts it." "Thanks...thanks a lot," Doug groaned. "Think we can find enough for Bobby tonight that he'll be presentable tomorrow?" Knowing little about Miami Beach and even less about the shopping venues, they found an English-speaking cab driver who took them a few blocks south to Lincoln Park Drive, an outdoor pedestrian shop mall, directing them to a place called American Apparel. Eight hundred and seventy-five dollars later, the men had ladened themselves with two changes of clothes for each of the four of them, including jeans and blouses for Bunny not so likely to get them arrested for procuring. On the way back, the stopped at a Subway and three footlongs with double meat and cheese. Derek was starving. ------- "The bathroom's yours now," Bunny announced as she emerged wrapped in a skimpy hotel towel. "Wait, I'm up to six million, three-hundred thousand," Bobby murmurred, totally lost in his game. "Here, I'll play your game for you," Bunny purched next to her brother on the foot of the bed and grabbed the controller from his hands, "You go get wet, you STINK." "Mmmmmmm...you smell...mmmmmm...like...Reese cups...mmmm," Bobby sniffed. "They have a vending machine in the bathroom?" "In the little fridge over there. I was hungry, what can I say?" Bunny told him. "Now SCAT!" Never one to dally, Bobby was back in little more than five minutes, still damp from his so-called shower minus even the false modesty of the hotel towel to cover his naked little boy-body. "Okay, give it back...DAMN...you got me killed." "Sorry 'bout that," Bunny smiled, gazing up and down over her little brother's boyish nakedness, especially his hard young boy-cock sprouting up impudently from his thin, hairless groin. "What're you lookin' at?" Bobby grumped, still pissed at her for losing his game. "You," Bunny smiled, then asked softly, "Wanna fuck?" Bobby simply stared silently at her for a moment as the towel fell from her budding fifteen-year-old body. Despite the fact they'd fucked long and hard many times before, and daily lived in the same house, both completely naked for several months on Ecstasy, the sudden sight and nearness of his horny naked sister hardened Bobby's cock to an almost painful rigidity. "I guess," he sighed, "you went and screwed up my game, what else is there to do?" "Just scoot back on the bed, let me do the rest," Bunny smiled, eyeing her little brother's delectable young boy-body. "No! You always getta be on top. I wanna fuck YOU this time," Bobby objected forcefully. "Okay, YOU can fuck ME, then I getta fuck YOU, okay?" Bunny negotiated. "What if dad and Derek come back," Bobby worried. "Well then, I'll fuck Derek, you can take on dad," Bunny joked. "Funny..." Bobby sneered, as Bunny sprawled spread-eagle on her back before him. He slipped in nakedly between her thighs, deftly taking aim at her gaping cunt with his woodenly rigid four-inch cock. "It's been a while since we done this," he realized. "You might at least kiss me or something," Bunny complained as she felt him drive deeply into her with an experienced precision born of many hours doing just that. "Yuccckkkk...kissing my own SISTER?" Bobby balked at such a disgusting thought. "Ohhhhh fuck, deeper...deeeper...fuck me deep and harrrd," Bunny begged. "Hey, I'm just a kid, four inches is the best I can do," Bobby reminded her. "I'm not one of your big-dicked Ecstasy studs you fuck day and night." "Tell me about it," Bunny sighed as she began matching his boyish pelvic thrusts one to one, meeting them with a rythmic precision of one juvenile slut fucking another. "I'm used to at LEAST seven or eight inches." "And I'm used to a tight asshole, not some gaping cunt I might crawl into and never find my way back out," Bobby traded insults. "How'my doin'?" "You'll do in a pinch, I suppose," Bunny sighed. "Harder, faster, come on, get your fuckin' ass in gear, boy, fuck me, Bobby fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeeee!" "What the fuck you think I'm doin', playin' patty-cake?" Bobby drove himself harder and faster, trying to satisfy his big sister's insatiable sexual needs. "Feels like your mind's still on that stupid VIDEO game," Bunny complained. "Ohhh fuck, I need a cock in me, a REAL cock, a BIG, HARD, fuckin' MONSTER cock...deeper, harder, faster..." "I'm fuckin' as fast as I can," Bobby gasped as his naked little boy-body jackhammered his sister's cunt viciously. "Fuck me, Bobby, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, ohhhh fuck! Fuck me like you've never fucked me...never fucked ANYONE before, make me cum, make us BOTH cum, see if you can shoot your cum in me for the first time," Bunny drove her little brother on. "It's feelin' goooooood," Bobby warned as his slender little boy-body began to respond sexually to the heaving, thrusting, pumping action of his cock in his sister's sucking cunt. "Don't you DARE cum yet, you little fucker, I'm not even CLOSE," Bunny cried as she gyrated wildly beneath him, almost to the point of dislodging her little-boy fucker. "I don't give a fuck HOW close you are," Bobby told her. "When I get ready to cum, I'll cum like there's no tomorrow!" "Keep doin' it to me, keep fuckin' me, keep fuckin' me, baby brother, keep poundin' that cock into me, oahhah fuck, aohhh fucccckkk...now...now you're startin' to get me there...ohhhhhha god, feels good, feeels really goood...fuck...fuck...fuck, oahhhahgod, I'm gonna fuckin' orgasm, Bobby. Do it with me, meet me half way, fuck me, cum in me, do it, let's do it, let's fuckin' cum, Bobby, ahgheoaieh....oaheiiaoiehohahhhah....IAIEIAHOEOAEHIIEHAOEIHIAIIEHHGIEIAHH!!" Bunny screamed out as her orgasm exploded deep inside her around Bobby's pounding, driving, boy-cock. "I'm gonna cum too...hang on, man, I'm...I'm gettin' there...I'm....I'MMMM...ohahehahOOOOHHAHHGHHH FUCK, OEHOOHAEO FUCK, I'M CUMMING TOO, I'M CUMMING TOO...CUMMING...CUMMING, CUMMING TOO... AGHOIAOEIORHEI FUCK, FEELS GOOD...FEELS GOOD, OAHHGHHE FUCK, WE SHOULD DO THIS MORE OFTEN, AOGHEOAIEHROIH GOD, I FORGOT HOW GOOD IT FEELS TO FUCK A GIRL!" "ohhahhhhhHHHHHHHH FUCK, BOBBY, OHAHHAHHA FUCK, OHAHHAHH FUCK, FUCK ME BOBBY, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME BOBBY, OAHGOEOIH GOD, THE FEELING, YOUR COCK, THE FEELING YOUR COCK IS GIVIN' ME, MAN, OHAHHAHHGOD, YES, YES, YES, DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP, DON'T EVER FUCKIN' STOP, FEELS SOOOOOOOOO GOOOOOODDDD!!!" Then there was the sound of the hotel room door opening. "Look! See! What'd I tell you, Doug?" Derek nodded toward the two naked kids on the bed, locked together in squirming orgasmic pleasure. "Leave'em alone for five minutes and they start breeding."