Date: Fri, 30 Nov 2012 20:22:52 -0500
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: EcstasyInc Chapter 8

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 8


Steve Mathis was impressed by what he saw from the air in the brief seconds
as they made their approach to the Ecstasy Island heliport. The pilot had
his choice of five landing pads, each separately illuminated with a giant
reflective "H" in the middle. With the moderate to severe turbulence he
wisely chose the center spot and even at that was sweating bullets as he
somewhat roughly plopped the chopper down several feet off-center of the
landing pad, and hard enough to startled the boys awake in the back.

"We crash?" Andre cried in alarm as he was jolted out of a deep sleep.

"No, we just bounced a little," Steve reassured them as the boys unbuckled.

"What are they doing?" Alexandro wanted to know as outside, three naked
teen boys quickly worked to secure the chopper to the deck lest it be
toppled over in the wind.

"Just makin' sure we don't blow away," Steve laughed.

"They're naked," Andre noticed. "Is this where we take off all of our
clothes?"

"Either here or down below in the reception area," the pilot told them,
"although here, you won't get them wet.  Being naked, especially in soup
like this, has its advantages."

"Are you being naked?" Alesandro wanted to know.

"Nope, not me, I'm outta here soon as you get the fuck overboard and I get
a new dose of fuel."

"You're going back up in THIS weather...this time of night?" Steve gaped at
him in disbelief as one of the ground crew opened the door and the winds of
Ecstasy flooded in.

"Hey, it's either now or two or three days from now, this shit's supposed
to get WORSE!" the pilot told him.

"But...flying alone...?" Steve cried against the fury of the wind whistling
in as the boys climbed out into it.

"Hey, you wanna go along back, I'd welcome the company," the pilot
suggested hopefully.

"Not for a billion bucks," Steve laughed. "Besides, I got two horny little
Brazil nuts to chaperone for a few days till they get their heads on
straight.  Good luck."

"Me? Hey, around here...YOU'RE the one going to need good luck," the pilot
insisted as the two shook hands. "Now go get naked and have fun with
your...Brazil nuts...hah...looks like one of'em is about to get blowed
away."

Steve couldn't help laughing. Andre was having to have help from one of the
ground crew boys just to stay on his feet as they worked their way to the
steps leading down to the heliport terminal on the level below. Taking a
deep breath, Steve plunged out through the door into the elements,
instantly wishing he'd stripped naked BEFORE doing so as he quickly became
drenched to the skin in the blowing rain. Twenty-mile-an-hour winds seemed
to him to be a quite conservative estimate. He found himself walking
sideways just to remain upright. Once he made it to the foot of the steps,
he had to struggle mightily just to get the glass door open against the
force of the wind even in the relative shelter of the stairwell.

"Welcome to Ecstasy," one of the nude young teens from above hugged him,
helping him out of his wet clothes as a few feet away, two very naked
little Brazilian waifs shivered in the cold. "Looks like we're in for a
little dampness the next day or two," he joked.

"I guess nudity has its advantages," Steve laughed as he stripped off the
last of his sodden apparel. "We made it, boys...I'm not sure HOW we made
it, but we made it."

"I wanna go back," Alesandro suddenly started crying as Steve hugged the
little boy to his naked chest. "You lied, it's cold and wet and ugly here."

Steve looked all about him in dismay. The boy had a point. The terminal
was, at best, coolish, the air-conditioning apparently being used to reduce
the humidity; and "cold" pretty well described the look of the place as
well as the temperature.

"This way...reception is through those doors," one of the ground crew boys
gently directed them. "He's so...young," the boy noticed in sympathy as
much as surprise.

"Ahhh....we have a little homesickness already," Ronon Parker greeted them
once they were in the considerably more hospitable main lobby. He reached
out, taking Alesandro in his arms, hugging and kissing the naked little
boy, soothing him, "it's going to be alright, we all love you here. I know
it's nasty out there and cold and scarey but you're safe now, we're gonna
take good care of you and...what's your name?"

"He speaks very little English. His name is Alesandro," Steve told Ronon
softly. "This is Andre."

"Ahhhh, yes, the Brazilian contingent," Ronon continued to hug and gently
try to comfort the sobbing little boy in his arms. "I was told you'd be the
first group to arrive, though it would have been just as well if you'd held
off a little."

"The weather didn't look bad in Miami but once we got in the air it went
downhill pretty fast," Steve told the extremely attractive young teen. "I'm
Steve Mathis, Cox Rio," he extended his hand.

"Ohhhh...I'm sorry, Ronon Parker, dean of boys here on the island," Ronon
belatedly introduced himself. "I'm sorry about bringing you out in this
shit...Cox has a couple pilots who are real hotdogs...crazy, stupid thrill
seekers putting their own lives in danger and everyone unlucky enough to
get in with them, and Cox is only too willing to let them push the envelop
if it'll save them a buck or two."

"I had roughly the same impression," Steve agreed as the hugged their
frightened Brazilian twins.

"About the time they loose a million-dollar chopper with a half-dozen rich
guests on board..." Ronon continued, "there's gonna be such a publicity
stink...someone at EcstasyInc is going to have a LOT of explaining to
do...and on top of that, we're seeing more and more people coming by
chopper rather than on the ship. You can sign the boys in over their then
I've got a nice warm, cozy limo outfront, we'll take you over to Cox Pharm
for the night, then tomorrow, if the weather lets up, we'll get you
situated in the special place we built for the Pooh Bear Tea boys."

"Pooh Bear Tea?" Steve laughed as he passed off Andre to Ronon and took
care of paperwork at the reception counter. "Is that what they're calling
it?"

"Don't ask," Ronon sighed in amusement as he warded off the obvious
question before it could be asked. "The boys are being secluded in their
own villa with special Cox Pharm mentors. With the storm getting worse, I
thought it best not to subject them to...looks like I was right," Ronon
once more pulled the boys nakedly to him, as his soothing touch seemed to
calm them somewhat.

"I think they kind of like you," Steve smiled as he observed his
little..."Brazil nuts" clinging to the boy appearing almost their own age
and hardly any bigger than they were.

"I hate we have to go back out in the weather to get in the car but...well,
at least you won't get your clothes wet," Ronon joked, trying to lighten
the mood with the boys.  It didn't work.

"You have nice automobile," Alesandro murmurred softly as Ronon continued
to hold him close. "It is warm and dry."

"Just for YOU, little guy," Ronon whispered, kissing Alesandro on the
forehead. "You're going to like it here on Ecstasy, it's very beautiful, or
will be after we sweep up all the sand and pick up all the broken palm
branches."

"You worried about damage?" Steve asked anxiously as their attractive young
teenaged driver slowly eased them off into the storm.

Ronon shook his head. "Not really. This place is designed to handle up to a
cat three storm or better so...this is hardly more than a gentle
breeze...we get little dust-ups like this every few weeks. A day later, ya
hardly know anything happened. We have a huge, highly trained, highly
overpaid grounds crew that keep all the flowers watered and the palm trees
upright."

"Too bad YOU had come out on a night like this...and at...three in the
morning..." Steve looked at his watch, the only item he was wearing.

"Yes, well...Nassau's gonna get a nasty little note in that regard first
thing tomorrow morning, let me tell you," Ronon swore. "There was no
fuckin' reason on earth they couldn't have put you up in Miami or even
Nassau instead of rushing to get you out here in the middle of...THIS."

"What about the other boys?" Steve asked.

"Other boys?" Ronon questioned.

"The rest of Pooh Bear Harvest?" Steve clarified.

"You're not supposed to know about that," Ronon told him point blank. "But
since Cox leaks like a fuckin' fish net...the Aussies are hold up on the
west coast, the limeys are in Nassau, I think, and...oh yes, the Pisans are
being wined and dined at the fuckin' Fontainbleau in Miami Beach. Now you
see why I'm so pissed about the way they hustled YOU guys around, simply
because the boys from Rio happened to be just a couple little street
urchins they picked up for a pittance."

"Five hundred a month," Steve supplied the numbers.

"The boys here earn nearly FIVE TIMES that much," Ronon whispered so the
Brazilian boys wouldn't hear, "and you don't wanna KNOW how much the
American twins are getting."

Steve shook his head in dismay as they passed through a blowing salt spray
getting to the outer island and the towering Cox Pharm headquarters.

"They don't call them Cox-suckers for nothing," Ronon groused. "You think
the lagoon looked rough, look out THERE," Ronon nodded to his left as they
could see huge white caps, even at night. "Twelve to twenty foot."

"Is good we not come in boat," Andre observed.

"I'm not so sure about that," Steve laughed, "I wasn't feeling very good on
the way out here, until we landed, anyway."

"Well...here we are," Ronon announced as the driver drove the limo down
into a basement parking garage, where, under the glare of the bluish
flourescent lights overhead, their conveyance looked more white with sea
salt than its previous hot pink.

"Is like cave," Alesandro gaped about at what was, indeed, a cavernous
enclosure. "Is good, it not raining here...no wind."

"Right," Ronon smiled induligently at Steve as they got out, "not exactly
cozy but far better than topside."

"This the Cox Pharm secret lab I hear so much about?" Steve gaped about.

"Over there and up one level," Ronon pointed as he directed them a few
steps to the right to an elevator. "I'm putting you up in the Cox Pharm
presidential...well, like the young man said, I guess you'd call it a
'cave'," Ronon told them as he pressed the "down" button.

"We sleep cave?" Alesandro asked in surprise.

"So to speak," Ronon smiled, "I think you'll get a kick out of it," he
added as the doors slid shut. "This is the big man's private elevator;
Dr. Ron Duncan, you'll meet him later, maybe tomorrow. It runs up to
the...back bedroom...for when he works late or is entertaining one of
his...co-workers," Ronon winked at Steve.

"He is gay?" Andre guessed as Ronon eyed the boy suspiciously.

"They may not speak much English but be careful what you say, they
understand more than they let on," Steve cautioned. "And VERY street
smart."

"Yes, Andre, he's gay," Ronon admitted, "but not to worry, you'll only be
here a night or two until this nasty weather blows through.

"Whoa...impressive," Steve gasped as the four of them stepped from the
elevator into the "cave."

"A SWIMMING lake!" Andre cried in surprise and amazement.

"A small one...spa over there, exercize equipment, and of course the
obligatory double beds..." Ronon gestured around the large, secret 'man
cave.' "TWO of them."

"Quite the...romper room," Steve laughed.

"Technically, it's listed on the floorplan as the executive gym but..."
Ronon laughed. "Even the dunderheads at Cox Nassau can read between the
lines.

KERSPLASH!

"That didn't take long," Ronon laughed.

KERSPLASH!

"Like you said, nudity has its advantages," Steve laughed. "Uhhhh...you
going to be...maybe staying and...spending the night with us?" Steve asked
hopefully. "It's...dreadfully nasty outside."

"What about the boys?" Ronon asked, eyeing them as they played like sleek
little dolphins in the water.

"Well, they're no virgins, if that's what you're asking," Steve replied
softly.

"Gay?" Ronon questioned.

Steve shrugged, "hard to say at their age...Andre, maybe. Alesandro...not
so much. They know what their cocks are for, though, and they're not shy
about using them."

Ronon smiled, "sure, why not, might be fun. I've never played around with
such little tykes...how old are they again?"

"Eleven...or almost eleven anyway," Steve sighed. "You wouldn't believe the
trouble I went through getting them birth certificates for their
passports. I think, if I recalled, I ended up guessing at their age and
date of birth."

"No hospital records?" Ronon asked in surprise.

"No hospital," Steve recounted, laughing. "Born in a cardboard box."

"You're kidding?" Ronon gasped.

"Okay, maybe it was wooden, but..." Steve shook his head sadly. "Incredible
poverty."

"You like a drink?" Ronon led his guest to the bar.

"Got anything to eat?" Steve asked. "I'm sure the boys are probably
starved."

"They certainly look that way," Ronon smiled. "Usually we worry about the
boys here getting FAT but..." he looked at his watch. "Too early for
breakfast...there's usually chips or nuts or...hmmm caviar?"

"Just don't tell them what it is or where it comes from," Steve laughed.

"Not much of a breakfast...nor very nutritious...no milk...cereal," Ronon
searched about in a tiny refrigerator under the bar. "Ahhhhh orange
juice...for screwdrivers, I presume."

"You boys hungry?" Steve called to the twins frolicking in the warm water
of the heated pool. They'd apparently forgotten all about being homesick,
not hat they had much of a home to be sick for.

"That where we sleep?" Andre pointed to the two double beds placed head to
head on a low platform situated at one end of the "cave."

"Mmmm...yeah, sometimes, people actually DO sleep down here," Ronon joked,
taking a nearby towel and seductively drying of the young boy as he gobbled
peanuts and potato chips dipped in caviar. Ronon tried not to laugh at such
a breakfast menu.

"The orange juice needs some vodka," Alesandro suggested.

"Quite the gourmet," Steve laughed. "These two know every vice squad member
in Rio by their first names and all their kids ages."

"Are we going to have sex?" Andre asked as he waundered over and tested the
softness of the mattress. "It is soft...very good for sex."

"When Cox Pharm gets done with these two, they can go to work for me,"
Ronon smiled, impressed by the boys' attitude toward sexual activity.

"From what I've been able to piece together, they've been sexually active,
together at least, for several years, every since their mother died and
their dad took off leaving them with their older brother. He's only
sixteen." Steve filled Ronon in as to the boys' background.

"Tell me, what kind of sex did you have in mind?" Ronon questioned the
boys.

"I suck your cock?" Alesandro tested his favorite English phrase.

"If you'd like," Ronon readily agreed, leading the boy to the bed, sitting
down next to him. "What else do you do?"

"NAO FUCKING," Alesandro declared his personal sexual limits.

"No fucking, I understand," Ronon agreed. "Are you very good at this...cock
sucking?"

Silently, more comfortable with actions than words, Alesandro simply sank
to his knees between Ronon's legs and sucked down on his cock.

"I think he's leaving that up to you," Steve smiled at the little boy made
love to the thirteen-year-old's highly discerning cock.

"You like I suck your cock, too?" Andre tugged Steve's arm as the man
watched what he suspected would be the beginning of a long night of naked
sexual pleasure with the horny little street kids.

Steve turned and kissed the boy. "I thought you'd never ask," he smiled,
then led the boy to the same bed where Ronon sat and there, sitting next to
the incredibly beautiful young dean of boys, fed Andre his soaring hard
cock. "How's he doin?" Steve inquired as to Alesandro's skills with a cock
in his mouth.

"Well, quite frankly, I've seen better...and felt better," Ronon allowed,
"but then, I'm priviliged every day to enjoy the best little-boy
cocksuckers in the world so...I'm kind of jaded."

"MMMMmmmmm, this one may be young, but he's definitely done this before,"
Steve told Ronon as he turned and kissed him, as sexually attracted to his
host as to the boys servicing their cocks.

"They're cute...quite a matched set," Ronon smiled down at the two boys as
he and Steve lay back on the bed and teased one another's lips. "In Rio
they seem to learn young."

"On the streets at least," Steve added. "Their big brother, Mario is quite
a hot little hunk himself, probably taught the boys a few things."

"Treasure from the trash," Ronon smiled. "Pretty much the story of MY life
too," he noted.

"You were born in a packing crate?" Steve asked.

"Poor, but not THAT poor," Ronon laughed. "I think it was a cargo
container," he joked.

"How'd a young kid like you...how old are you, twelve, thirteen? How'd a
kid like you get to be, what was it, dean of boys in a place like this?"
Steve questioned as he and Ronon enjoyed their blowjobs.

"Ya gotta know...excuse me...BLOW the right people," Ronon joked.

"Sex and a pretty face..."

"I also married a rich man's son," Ronon added, a sort of ornery smirk on
his face.

"You're MARRIED?" Steve cried in surprise. "And to another BOY?"

"Ever hear of Colton Cox?" Ronon asked. "Ohhhhhhh fuck, the kid's gettin'
better by the second."

"Didn't he land in federal prison?" Steve recalled, though he knew few
details.

"I married his stepson, Kevin," Ronon informed him.

"Child bride...err...groom, I guess you'd say, huh?" Steve smiled. "You're
extremely pretty, you know that...your sugar daddy allow you to stay out
all night and fuck around with naked little boys like this?"

"SUGAR DADDY?" Ronon burst out laughing. "Kevin's only eleven...only a
little older than these two and...yes, we're very...liberal with regard to
our sexual...oahhehhahoooioohhh ohhahha god, kid, that felt good...fucck,
no one ever did that move on me before."

"Let me get this straight...oops, poor choice of words...you're...how old?"
Steve questioned.

"Thirteen."

"And your...husband is...ELEVEN?" Steve gasped in disbelief.

"In the land of ecstasy, there are NO marriage restrictions of any kind,"
Ronon explained. "I could marry our two-year-old cocker spaniel if I wanted
to...we BOTH could.

"You could marry your DOG?"

"If we had one," Ronon joked. "I was just making a point. For instance,
Kevin's father was married to Kevin's mother AND her brother BOTH in the
same ceremony, right here on the island...before it was a resort, of
course."

"Must make for some pretty strange wedding ceremonies," Steve laughed.

"HAH! Yeah..." Ronon laughed. "We had one not long ago where, instead of
kissing at the end of the ceremony, the newlyweds sixty-nined while the
guests gathered around an jacked off all over them." Ronon revealed.

"Who performed the ceremony, the ghost of Michael Jackson?" Steve joked.

"No, actually, it was Kevin's father, he's the chief magistrate and
managing director of Ecstasy Island," Kevin added. "He was also my first
blowjob."

"Getting or giving," Steve questioned as the blowjob HE was getting was
starting to get to him.

"Uhh...both, actually," Ronon recalled.

"And how old were YOU at the time?" Steve asked.

"Ohhhh...uhhh...god, I forget, ten, maybe," Ronon tried to recall. "Which
is what I meant when I said I have a lot in common with this lovely little
lads."

"I'm getting close," Steve whispered.

"Shall we give them some extra added protien for breakfast?" Ronon
suggested.

"I'm ready when YOU are," Steve winked, kissing Ronon's tiny, cute nose.

"Let's DOOOOO
ITTTTTT....AHGEAIOAEIRHOAHEHHEHAHERHHHHGHHAHEIIIEIAIEIHGHHEAIEIOAOEIEHIIGHH!!"
Ronon wailed as his orgasm overtook him, his cock throbbed and pulsated,
then spurted a generous helping of boy-cum for his little Brazil nut's
dining pleasure.

"UUAUEHEGNNGAHHG...UEHGHEHAHEHGHHH...OOHHHHH FUCCCK, KID, OOAHEOAIEOHGOD,
YES, YES, AOGHEH YEAH, SUCK THAT FUCKER, BOY, AOGHEAOIEHROIH GOD, YES, YES,
YES, GHAHERHHAEHRH FUUUCCCCKKKK...AHGHH, YEAH, I NEEDED
THAT...UMGHAEUGHEHHH...THAT TOO...GOEIAHEORIH GOD, THIS LITTLE FUCKER'S GOT
ONE HOT SET OF LIPS ON HIM, OHHHHH FUUUUCCCCKKKKK!!!" Steve writhed in
agonizing pleasure as his little cocksucking buddy held on for dear life,
taking down every last drop.

"OHHAEHRIGHOAOEIRHO FUCCCCK, THIS ONE'S GOT A CAREER AHEAD OF
HIM...AGOEOIHOERH GOD, SUCK IT, KID, GHOAIEHORHOIHO FUCK YEAH,
OHGHEOIAHEORIH YEAH, HOOOOOOO YEAHHHH...BEST TEN-YEAR-OLD COCKSUCKER I'VE
EVER KNOWN." Ronon cried out as he shot several more syrupy spurts.

"Eleven..." Steve corrected.

"What?" Ronon asked dumbly, his mind numb with all but the devastating
sexual pleasure Alesandro was giving him.

"I told you, I decided they'd be eleven," Steve reminded him. "I thought
ten might raise eyebrows, even in Rio where kid-sex is almost as common as
it is here."

"Come up here, my horny little ELEVEN-year-old, time we had some face
time," Ronon drew Alesandro up from his cock into his arms, kissing his
sweet little cum-smeared countenance profusely.

Observing what he assumed was Ecstasy Island sexual ettiquete, Steve did
the same, feeling Andre's rigid young boy-cock pressed hard against his
abdomen as the boy started moving instinctively to wrest a little sexual
pleasure for himself. He kept right on moving, on up over Steve's muscular
heaving chest, taking aim with his spritely six-inch boy-cock at the
surprised expression on Steve's lips.

"You do me now," he giggled as he plunged in.