Date: Wed, 28 Nov 2012 02:08:58 -0500
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: EcstasyInc Chapter 7

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 7


Austin Palmer was living a dream come true. He lay completely naked between
two exquisitely beautiful little ten-year-old Italian boys, each clinging
nakedly to him, their hard little boy-cocks gently rubbing against his
thighs as he held them kissing them, feeling their warm, soft, flawless
boyflesh against his own. His own cock was now at rest, his cum still
oozing from the boys' incredible effort in giving him the same powerful
jolts of aching sexual pleasure they routinely gave their father in their
mother's absence.

Outside, the sun was about to rise out of the Atlantic, about to peek in
through the wall of glass separating their suite at the Fontainbleau Hotel
from its balcony. The room was growing lighter, a warm, soft glow
permeating the scene, giving it a seductive aura, highlighting the boys'
slender, prepubescent nakedness and hard young boy-cocks.

He kissed both boys softly on their foreheads. Giani turned his face up and
kissed him back, except on the lips. Austin's spirits rose. Apparently the
boy had no objections to making love to a man more than twice his tender
years.

"Does that feel good, rubbing your cock against me like that?" Austin asked
softly.

"Feels sexy," Gino answered.

"Your father ever return the favor?" Austin asked.

"We're too young to make sperm," Giani told him.

"Did you ever try?"

"Papa says it's not healthy for boys to do it so young," Gino told him.

"I was younger than you two my first time," Austin told them, "eight or
nine I think."

"And nothing happened?" Gianni asked softly, enjoying the intimacy of their
"pillow talk."

"Oh yes...something happened," Austin laughed, "something definitely
happened, but nothing bad."

"What happened," Gino asked in awe.

"I thought I was gonna DIE," Austin smiled, hugging them tightly to him.

"That was not bad?" Giani questioned in dismay.

"I'm still alive ain't I?" Austin kissed Gino's lips this time.

"You kiss like papa...only you smell better," Gino giggled, kissing him
back with surprisingly passionate expertise.

"You kiss each other too?" Austin asked.

"Of course," Gianni told him as the two boys rose over him and pulled one
another into a dramatically lustful embrace, their lips ravashing one
another for several seconds.

"Of course, how could I have been so stupido as to think otherwise," Austin
laughed, again stunned by the boy's sensuality if not their sexuality.

"We love each other very much," Gino told him without the slightest
embarrassment.

"So it would seem," Austin smiled as both boys now kissed his lips with
much the same erotic force.

"Girls say we kiss bouna," Gianni proclaimed.

"Wait right here," Austin said as he suddenly roused himself from their
midst.

"Where are you going?" Gino questioned in dismayed surprise.

"I gotta take a leak, that okay with you little bambinos? Austin smiled
down at them as they lay there in all their seductive, naked beauty.

"Leak?" both boys asked without understanding.

"Piss...pee...urinate..." Austin didn't know the Italian word.

"Mijo," Gino translated for him as both boys gawked as his impressive naked
physique in leaving.

"Feliz mijando," Gianni called after him as both boys giggled at Gianni's
little joke.

"Feliz what?" Austin asked as he returned, crawling on his knees from the
foot of the bed aiming to return to his place of honor between them.

"Feliz mijando...happy pissing..." the both laughed.

"I keep forgetting what silly little boys you two are," Austin smiled down
at them as they lay side by side, their hard little boy-cocks just aching
to be touched and fondled. Unable to resist, he reached out and took one in
each hand. Gianni's was at least a couple inches longer and somewhat
heftier than his brother's. He stroked them gently. "You are not identical
down here?"

"Papa uses Penifed on me," Gianni told him, makes my cock grow bigger."

"He what? Peni...are you kidding me? He...oh forgodsakes...you
sure...Penifed?" Austin gasped, inspecting the six-inch morsel of sexual
boy-flesh in his hand, comparing it to his Gino's less than four inches.

"He said it's some kind of experiment," Gianni explained.

"Well, I'll be damned," Austin laughed. "Cox Pharm has rather a long
reach. No wonder they latched onto you two, they've been using you
as...god, the stuff must really work. How long have you...your dad rubs it
on you...what? Every night?

"Before he kisses us goodnight," Gianni smiled up happily, starting to
enjoy what Austin was doing to his experimental young boy-cock. "I can't
remember when he started doin' it."

"How come he doesn't just give it to YOU to rub on?" Austin asked as he did
some rubbing himself.

"He wants to make sure I don't...share..." Gianni giggled, eyeing his
brother. "The doctors wouldn't like that."

"A controled experiment, of course," Austin reasoned. "You like this...you
like what I'm doing to your cocks?"

"Feels nice," Gino smiled up at him warmly. "No wonder papa likes it when
we do it to him."

"It gets better," Austin promised as he deftly stroked both boys' hard
young boy-cocks a bit more firmly and rapidly.

"AIIEIGEIIIIiiiiiiieee...!" Gianni suddenly cried out in surprise. "It
DOES!"

Austin stopped in dismay. Had he inadvertantly triggered an orgasm so
easily and so quickly within the boy?

"Don't stop," Gianni begged.

"Oh...you liked that, did you?" Austin smiled down at him as he continued
masturbating both boys, doing a little experimenting of his own...on Cox
Pharm's behalf, of course.

It felt...exciting," Gianni giggled, squirming his naked little butt
against the sheets, arching it and his cock slightly up into Austin's grip.

Austin breathed a bit easier. Apparently the boy was just reacting to a
surprisingly intense spasm of unexpected sexual pleasure.

"You masturbar-se bouna," Gino told him starting to squirm a bit himself.

"Hold still, you little urchins, I'm kinda new at this," Austin smiled down
at them, drinking in the most exquisitely erotic scene of naked sexual
beauty he'd ever beheld. "You like it? You like the feeling?"

"It is very pleasant...quite pleasurable," Gianni told him, a permanent
smile etched across his beautiful sweet face as he enjoyed his first taste
of nascent sexual pleasure in his life.

"You want more?" Austin teased, "more pleasant pleasure," he asked, amused
at their choice of words to describe what they were starting to feel,
coupled with their lack of a broad English vocabulary to express their
growing sexual feelings.

"You better stop, I don't think I can endure more pleasure," Gino worried.

"Too late, kid, just hang on, you'll endure it, and come back wanting
more," Austin smiled down at the sweetly innocent little boy he was
pleasuring.

"More, more, more, more, more, more," Gianni began chanting as his lovely
boyish face reflected the ever growing pleasure his trembling little
boy-body was "enduring."

"See, what'd I tell you?" Austin laughed as Gino began gyrating his tiny
boyish pelvis, making it difficult for Austin to maintain a rhythm. "Hold
fuckin' still, kid, I only got two hands."

"You're making me...aaieghheahehh...feel...funny inside," Gino twisted and
turned in Austin's grip, much more sexually demonstrative than his
big-dicked brother.

"Good, I love making naked little boys feel funny inside," Austin told him
as he began to stroke the child's cock still faster.

"Feels like I'm getting all twisted up inside," Gianni told
him. Like...like...gehehrhghehhahehh... mama mia, ohhh fodor,
ahgheahehrhhhgh..."

"That means FUCK," Gino translated.

"Right, believe me, kid, I know what fodor means." Austin gave the boy to
know. "Still feeling funny inside?"

"Feeling funnier and funnier and funnier..." Gino giggle, still unable to
keep from squirming around from the aching sexual pleasure growing more and
more intense by the second.

"How about you, Gianni, you feeling funny too?" Austin turned his attention
from first one squirming little boy to another.

"Hilarious," Gianni gasped, seemingly well past matching words and sexual
pleasure. "AIIAIEHH... AHEEGHEHHHH...ohhhhha... I'm gonna have one of
Papa's ejaculações," Gianni warned.

"Hey, kid, don't you dare," Austin warned. "You do...you start
spouting...ejaculações and I'm in deep shit."

"I CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM..." Gino surprised Austin by suddenly crying out,
his attention having been on the boy's brother to the point he hadn't
noticed what he was doing to the second twin. "I
CUMMM...CUMMMMMM...EJACULACOES...AHAHHEHERHHHHRH FODOR,
GHEAHHEOIAHEORIHOHHOOO CUM, CUM, HGOEOAIHAOEORIHOIH
FODOR....GHEOAIEHROIHOIHO FUCCCKKK...I EDPLODE...AHGHIEIAEOIHHHHGHHH
HIIAEIRHAHHGHEOOOIHHH...UNANNGGHHH...AHGHEOIEEOOAOIEHG," Gino struggled
through his very first little-boy dry orgasm of his life as he wildly
heaved and thrust his nubile little boy-body high off the bed into Austin's
firmly jacking fist, his cock aching, trembling, pulsating, throbbing
powerfully in the man's hand.

"OHHHH YEAH, MIO BAMBINO, YEAH, YEAH, THAT'S IT, MENINO, DO IT, KID, FEEL
IT, FEEL THE FEELING, FEEL THE PLEASURE, FEEL WHAT MY HAND'S DOIN' TO YOUR
HARD LITTLE COCK, BOY, OHHHHH YEAH, YEAH, OHHH FUCK, WHAT A HOT LITTLE
PIMENTO YOU ARE, BOY, OHHH FUCK YEAH, YEAH, OHHHH YEAHHHHHhhhhhhh..."
Austin wantonly jacked the boy, reveling in the pleasure he was seeing the
boy "endure" and the feeling of that little boy's hard young cock pulsating
wildly in his hand as it orgasmed for the very first time.

"Make me cum...make me cum also, I want to feel what papa feels when we do
it to him, oohhhh yeah...feels good Mr. Austin, feels muito bouna, ohahahhh
fodor, ohhhhh fodor, gollpe me,
ahhhh...ahhaieiie...aieigheoaoeihroieh...AIEIIGHEOEIIOHHGHH
LIEIAIEIHHIAEIIEIIGHEHH... IEIGHAHEIOHGEHHGHHAHEHHGHEHH...EIGIEAHEHRHHGHH!!"
Gianni cried out his aching orgasmic pleasure as his naked little boy-body
trembled and shook in Austin's hands, quaking and quivering with every
aching spasm of naked sexual ecstasy coursing through his immature little
body. "I CUM ALSOOOOOO...AHGHHAEHEHIIIGHHEH EJACULAR...OHHEAHEH
FODOR...FUCK ME WITH YOUR HAND, MAKE MY COCK
FEEL...FEEL...AHGHEIAERIIEHHAHOEIHOIHGOIEH...OHEHAHEHRHH...IIEGHEHOAEIHOGH,"
Gianni cried out as spasm after spasm of powerful, quaking pleasure wracked
his tiny, boyish body with devastating sexual power.

"OHHH YEAH, OHHH YEAHHHH...YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, FEEL IT, BOY, FEEL HOW GOOD IT
FEELS, YOUR FIRST TIME, YOUR VERY FIRST TIME, FEELING IT...YOUR FIRST
ORGASM, OHHHH YEAH, YEAH, OHHHH FUCK, WILD ONE, GOD, YOU'RE LIKE TRYING TO
HOLD ON TO A HORNY LITTLE EEL, KID, WHOOOOOA, ALMOST GOT AWAY FROM ME
THERE...MAN, YOUR COCK, I CAN'T GET OVER HOW BIG IT IS FOR A LITTLE GUY
LIKE YOU, WOW! I'M GONNA HAVE TO GET SOME OF THAT PENIFED SHIT AND RUB IT
ON MY COCK, I COULD USE A FEW MORE INCHES!"

"Papa tried that. It don't work on grownups," Gino informed him as he lay
on his side, enjoying the little sexual pleasure exhibition his "big"
brother was performing.

"I might have known," Austin found himself laughing, as much in joy for the
pleasure he was giving Gianni as at himself for his false hopes for a more
sizable sexual appendage.

"That was magnifico," Gianni moaned as he gradually regained control of his
slender, trembling little boy-body. "Do it to me again."

"Whaaattt?" Austin laughed. "You barely survived that one. Cox might kind
of get upset with me if I delivered you two little fuckers in a hearse."

"What is hearse?" Gino asked.

"Uhhhh...carro fúnebre...I think."

The boys burst into gales of laughter. "We get up now, shower, eat, fly off
to Ecstasy?" Gino suddenly sat up in bed next to him, apparently
invigorated by his first taste of real sexual pleasure.

"We shower together?" Gianni asked in surprise. "Is big enough?"

"See for yourself," Austin pointed the way to the bathroom. "Just hang onto
the soap." His joke fell quite flat.

"Is gigantesco!" Gino cried in delight as the two boys took turns trying to
adjust the water temperature, hooping and wailing in delight and dismay as
the water game out first too hot, then too cold.

Austin found his phone and dialed Cox Miami. It was almost eight. He hoped
they came to work on time.

"Cox International, Miami office, this is Emelda, how may I help you?" the
voice on the other end answered.

"This is Austin Palmer, Cox Italy, I'm at the Fontainbleau, with project
Pooh Bear Harvest. I'm calling to inquire about our flight time and mode to
Nassau."

"One moment please, Mr. Palmer."

"Palmer? This is Tom Wilson, I don't show anything for you to Nassau but I
do have a chopper scheduled for...ohhhh...Land of Ecstasy...you lucky
fucker you...three passengers...leaving Miami International, Cox hangar-2
at...oooo, you'll have to hurry, 10:05."

"Could you send a car to the hotel?" Austin requested.

"Better yet, I'll call the desk, have them send you in a hotel shuttle
straight to the hangar," the Mimai contact told him.

"Tell them to make it a limo," Austin instructed, unsure if it would do any
good, but knowing it wouldn't hurt.

"Ohhh...of course, yes Mr. Austin," the man readily agreed. "I can't
promise but I'll see what I can do, this...Pooh Bear Harvest...seems to
have a triple-A priority."

"Tell them we'll be dowstairs in a half-hour...and have Danish and coffee
waiting for us in the car." Austin pushed his luck a little further, unsure
just how much weight he had to throw around.

"Got it," Tom Wilson snapped briskly. "Anything else?"

"Copy of the Herald would be nice," he added as an afterthought.

"New York Times too...or are you a Wall Street Journal man?" Tim asked.

"Neither...I'm a slow reader," he joked.

"Haaahhh...right...I don't know how some guys can go through three or four
papers in one morning and still have time to take a piss," Tom joked.

"Gotta go, I think I hear a fight over the soap," Austin laughed, hanging
up.

"We didn't drop it," Gino reported, offering the little white bar to Austin
as proof.

"Right...just...put it back then get dried off and get back in your
clothes, we gotta plane to...excuse me, chopper to catch in..." Austin
looked at his watch, "fuccck, less than two hours."

He took a quick shower himself then donned a fresh change of clothes from
his carryone, sneakers, shorts, and sports shirt, finding himself dressed
almost identically to the boys.

"You look like our papa....only prettier," Gianni quickly noticed "...and
you have a bigger penis."

Austin laughed, involuntarily checking to make sure his fly was
zipped. "Come on, throw your stuff in your bag...no Gino, leave the damned
towel, you won't be needing it where we're going...not that you'll be
needing much of ANYTHING in there but..."

"Do we look...apresentável?" Gino asked as the two stood side by side,
hair combed, faces scrubbed, teeth brushed.

"If that means do you look okay?" Austim laughed, "You
look...beautiful...gorgeous...incredible."

"I think he is falling in love," Gino teased.

"Come on, you horny little buggers, let's hope they have a car and there's
something to eat on the way," Austin grabbed his key card, phone, and
carry-on, then shusted the boys out the door toward the opulent
Fontainbleau elevator down to the lobby.

They were no sooner off the elevator than they were met my an assistant
concierge and ushered to a pale blue Caddy limo, precisely outfitted to
their demands, right down to a neatly folded copy of The Miami Herald lying
on the back seat.

"I feel rico," Gianni cooed as he felt the plush velvet of the seat.

"That means wealthy," Gino translated. "I feel starved," he said, helping
himeslf to the generous display of rich pastries on the little table in the
middle of the cabin.

"Coffee?" Austin asked as he poured his own, unsure if the ride to the
airport would be smooth enough to manage the hot liquid himself, much less
for the boys. There didn't seem to be anything else for them to drink,
however.

"Black," Gino ordered.

"Black?" Austin repeated in surprise. Spoken like a true Italian, he
decided.

"Creme," Gianni requested as Austin poured, careful to only half fill their
delicate china cups, placing them on dainty Fontainbleau saucers.

"Careful, it's hot...quente," Austin cautioned both boys as they balanced
their sweet rolls in their laps.

"And WEAK," Gino complained instantly.

"Sorry 'bout that, kid, this is the U.S. of A, we ration coffee beans
around here," Austin joked. Again, like the soap joke, it went straight
over their heads.


Breakfast was over by the time the block-long limo pulled into Cox hangar-2
and the boys got a look at the massive white helicopter that would ferry
them to Ecstasy.

"Does it have guns?" Gino asked as he climbed out, gaping up at the amazing
aircraft.

"Knowing Cox, I wouldn't be surprise," Austin joked as he joined them in
their awe.

"Mr. Palmer? I'm your pilot, Emilio Smith," a slightly Latino man
introduced himself. "You may get on board, we'll be ready to drag her out
in a few minutes. Mike, my copilot will show you the way."

"Smith?" Austin questioned.

"My mother was Cuban, my dad VERY American," Emilio laughed.

"You're lucky, sir, Mr. Loin, the Cox CEO uses this chopper when he's in
town...or in Nassau...it's quite...plush." Mike the also VERY American
co-pilot informed them. "Let's get you all buckled in...off to Ecstasy I
see...it's very nice there, you're gonna love it. Now, let's see...oh
yes...coffee, tea...or me?" Their co-pilot was also obviously VERY gay. His
joke fell quite flat too.

Fifteen minutes later they were in the air, the boys ooing and ahhing over
the Miami Beach skyline, even managing to spot the Fontainbleau as they
flew over, headed for the Land of Ecstasy.

"When do we take our clothes off?" Gino asked as they unbuckled. The
chopper was very well insulated, the rotors down to a low roar.

"Well...unless I miss my guess, I think the co-pilot would say the sooner
the better, but, I think you can probably wait till we land, or at least
till we can see the island," Austin advised.

"Is...EVERYONE there naked?" Gianni asked, still unable to wrap his
ten-year-old little-boy mind around such an environment of overt sexuality
and complete nudity.

"So they say," Austin told him. "This is my first time too."

"What if we become...erect," Gino worried.

"I'd say the word is 'when' not 'if'," Austin smiled, "and from what I
hear, in that case, you'll fit right in."

"Everyone is...sexually aroused?" Gianni asked in amazement. "All the
time?"

"Well, most of the time..." Austin laughed. "And when they see you two
little guys...believe me, you're gonna see a LOT of hard cocks bobbing
around."

"Why?" Gino asked innocently.

"Why?" Austin repeated in surprise, then realized that the two little boys
were still quite sexually innocent of their naked boyish
beauty. "Listen...you two boys...and I think four other sets of twins about
your age, are going to be the youngest boys on the island...an Island full
very horny gay men and boys who are especially fond of other young
boys...the younger the better in their eyes. You're going to be stared
at. You're just going to have to get used to that. You're also going to be
whistled at, propositioned..."

"What means...propositioned" Gianni asked in wide-eyed innocense.

"Uhhh...propositioned...I don't think there's an Italian word for that...it
means...guys...boys are going to ask you to have sex with them...you
understand what I mean?" Austin handled the subject as delicately as he
knew how.

"They will want to masturbate us?" Gino suggested.

"Well...yes," Austin couldn't help smiling at the boy's sexual
niavete. "That and more...much, much more. You understand what a...ohhh
god, no Italian word again...what a cocksucker is?"

The two boys looked at each other and giggled in embarrassment, then nodded
vigorously. "They will want to fuck us in the butt too?"

"Oh yes...." Austin smiled, relieved he'd not have to explain that one
too. "Yes, meu menino, that too."

"I don't think I'd like that," Gianni told him in deadly solemnity.

"Well...fortunately...on Ecstasy, all you have to do is say is 'no',"
Austin told the boys.

"No?" they both repeated.

"No." Austin said again. "They will respect that...they damned well BETTER
respect that, especially from two little ones like you," Austin told the
boys firmly. "If not, you just scream bloody murder and tell
someone...ANYone and...let me assure you heads will fly."

"What means 'heads will fly'?" Gianni questioned.

Austin briskly drew his index finger across his throat, a look of agony on
his face.

The boys understood.