Date: Sun, 29 Sep 2013 19:24:58 -0400
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: Erotic Isle: the Endless Orgasm Chapter 14

In trying to avoid the most common plot scenarios featured on Nifty, this
story continues the saga which began with "The Working Boys,"continued with
"Ecstasy Island," followed by "Ecstasy Renewed," "EcstasyInc," and "The
Pharm Boys." "Erotic Isle: the Endless Orgasm" like the previous segment,
is unorthodox but quite seductive, as are the figures depicted. Like "The
Working boys," "Ecstasy Island," and "Ecstasy Renewed" (all found under
Bisexual Adult/Youth), as well as "EcstasyInc," and "The Pharm Boys" (found
under Gay Adult/Youth), 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. Some of the characters
from the earlier stories have returned to become major characters, 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 one or two 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.


EROTIC ISLE: THE ENDLESS ORGASM

CHAPTER FOURTEEN


"Justin Bieber?  Here?" the security officer at the front desk of the
Cox-Bristol production facility looked up blankly at Hanson and Tink. "You
kidding?"

"Look, I know they're here..." Hanson insisted, confounded by the man's
denial. "They're cart is right outside, I'd know it anywhere...that's
Dr. Warren's cart."

"Ain't seen HIM either," the guard insisted. "You might ask Palmer...he's
the guy on duty...he's over in the break room."

Hanson hustled off, draping a guest badge and chain around his neck
inasmuch as he'd not brought his regular ID. Tink had to wait since he
didn't have level 5 clearance.

"Anything unusual?  No, not that I can recall...boring as hell around here
on a weekend," Security Officer Palmer reported. "Two techs down with the
formulation units, the mind line running normally. That leak down by the
tunnel running normally," he added with a wry half-smile as he sipped his
coffee. "What happened to your usual hardon?"

"No one down there...even with clearance, who wouldn't normally be down
there?" Hanson questioned, this time having the good sense to leave Justin
Bieber out of the equation, after the other guard's reaction.

"Nope, everyone's over at the hotel...birthday party for Dr. Estes," the
reasonably good-looking twenty-something guard smiled.  "The old codger's
turning 38 today."

"Can I go down and look around?" Hanson decided to see for himself.

"Not until I finish my coffee...not with just a guest badge you can't," the
guard insisted. "Guests have to be accompanied."

"Dammit, Palmer, you know me, I ain't no fuckin' guest!" Hanson erupted.

"That badge says you are," Palmer insisted. "Fifteen more minutes...wanna
suck me? Might hurry things up a bit," he winked.

Hanson briefly contemplated doing just that, then thought about going back
to his tiny apartment and retrieving his regular ID, but either would take
at least fifteen minutes. "Forget it!" He finally decided.  "I tried." He
headed back to the front desk. "Come on!" he told Tink angrily as he ripped
the guest badge from around his neck and flung it at the guard. "This is
Doc's fuck-up, let HIM unfuck it."

"They've GOT to be down there, they didn't come clear over here for a swim
in the lagoon," Tink remarked as they climbed back into their cart. "Where
to?"

"Back where we came...Doc should be down off his high-horse, probably
wondering where the fuck I'm at?." Hanson sighed, now more worried about
his boss's wrath than chasing down Justin Bieber and the boys.

-------------------------

"The mind line," Titan gestured broadly as he and Diamond paused briefly to
show Justin Bieber from whence they'd both begun.

"This is all very interesting, and I'm sure very enlightening if I knew
what the fuck I was seeing, but..." Justin paused as he peered in at all
the naked people wearing only white caps over their heads and masks to
cover any facial hair. "One question.  With Hanson upstairs guarding the
door, just how we gonna get out?"

"The tunnel?" Diamond guessed, looking up at Titan expectantly.

"The tunnel," Titan confirmed.

"The tunnel?" Justin stared blankly. "This place have a back door?"

"Back down to the lowest level," Titan directed as the three naked figures
once more headed down two flights of stairs all but running.

"Who was the security goon we saw?" Diamond questioned.

"Not sure, only saw him from behind," Titan said breathlessly. "His ass
looked like Tim Palmer's, but...hell, everyone here has a cute ass so..."

"You're an expert on cute asses here?" Justin quipped.

"I've plowed a few in my brief lifespsan, yes, I'd say so," Titan told
him. "Slow down...if one of the techs sees us, we're just back down for a
closer look."

"Thanks, I'm not exactly out of shape, but I'm starting to feel like I just
fucked the whole Dolphins football team," Justin gasped.

"This way," Titan ordered, his gaze snapping about like a closed circuit TV
camera.

They drew up before a massive, round, vault door. "What's this, where they
keep the recipe for Diet Coke?" Justin joked.

"You know the code?" Diamond asked breathlessly.

"Give me a second," Titan insisted as he stuck his left index finger into a
tactile recognition input. "Three, four, seven, seven, eight, nine, five."
He recited.

"Three, four, seven, seven, eight, nine, five," Diamond repeated back as he
punched in the code on a keypad. The door began to slowly move, swinging
toward them.

"How'd you do that?" Justin asked in amazement.

"I querried the last input," Titan said, explaining little.

"I'm not going to ask," Justin swore, "my head's already spinning."

"He's a regular R2D2 around anything digital," Diamond smiled up at his
hero proudly. "Can't suck a cock worth shit but he knows his way around an
H-32-C server like he cut his teeth on one."

"Remember that the next time you want sucked off," Titan snapped as the
three of them slipped through the vault door into a cool, dark, dank,
concrete tube of a tunnel, then triggered the massive door to close.

"Why all the security. I've seen bank vaults with doors weighed less than
that fucker," Justin mused.

"This leads over to the main research facility. You think security is tight
here..." Titan sighed as a flipped a switch on the wall, dimly lighting the
hundred-yard-long passage."

"Plus the roof leaks like Niagara Falls...they had to make it water tight
on both ends in case the lagoon above collapsed the roof and flooded the
place." Diamond explained. "They couldn't risk flooding the whole
production facility back there."

"No, I...I suppose not," Justin agreed dryly. "Damn, I see what you mean
about Niagara Falls."

"Good thing we're all naked," Diamond joked.

"Hurry, they won't be expecting us over here and...we'll be on home
territory...no one will think twice seeing us poking around," Titan
reasoned.

"Wait a minute, you said security was tighter over HERE than back there?"
Justin worried as they briskly trekked through ankle-deep water, already
thoroughly soaked. "Mind telling me why we're climbing from the frying pan
into the fire?"

"In theory," Titan answered. "No Level Two toy soldiers over here,
but...Diamond and I, this is our home, and you with a guest badge...if
anyone asks...which I doubt, we'll stay on the first floor, just waunder
out the back door, then go beachcombing..."

"Beachcombing?" Justin rolled his eyes laughing.

"The main cart paths are going to be like a sewer line after a good, hard
shit," Titan explained. "Weekend...we'll not seem out of place on the
beach, waundering along like we're looking for seashells...

"I hope your little trick works getting us outta here," Diamond eyed his
boyfriend.

"No problem, same code on each end, just punch in the numbers." Titan
instructed.

"What numbers?"

"The same...you forgot the numbers?" Titan cried in dismay.

"Uhhh...yes...I mean...no...uhhh three, three, six...no three FOUR six...or
was it seven...I know it started with a three." Diamond struggled to
recall.

"Three, four, seven, seven, eight, nine five," Justin startled both boys as
he recited the code from memory.

"How'd you do that?" Diamond demanded.

"Reverse input querry," Justin replied as Titan punched in the code.

The door shuddered, creeked, then slowly began to move. Diamond moved to
help it along.

"NO!" Titan shouted "Don't touch it...you'll set off every alarm on the
island if you do."

"It's booby trapped?" Justin gaped as the door gradually allowed a space
for them to pass.

"Leave it alone, it'll close by itself in five seconds," Titan instructed
as they entered a nice, dry, spotlessly clean lab. "There's towels over
there...dry off, then...Diamond, mop up our footprints, with the towels,
don't want to leave behind any indications we been down here.

"Thank God, I was starting to get a bad impression of this place," Justin
quipped.

"This is where we used to clean up the new boys as soon as they come out of
the tanks upstairs," Titan explained as they toweled off. "The bunker over
there has a place makes this one seem like a carwash."

"Ohhhh yes, I remember it well," Diamond sighed, gazing hurriedly around
the familiar lab.

"WAIT!" Titan stopped them as they were about to leave.  "Our hair!"

"We gotta dry our hair," Diamond agreed.

"We all look like drowned rats," Titan observed.  "Use the hand dryers over
there, aim them at your head."

"I used to do this back in elementary school after gym," Justin smiled as
he bent to the task of un-drowning his pompadour.

"We...we just gonna...fuckin' walk out of here like...like nothing
happened?" Diamond worried as he finished with his mop of medium blond
hair.

"No, we're conducting a tour so...we'll conduct a tour...show Justin around
some more," Titan reasoned as they once more headed toward an elevator at
the opposite end of the big lab.

"This is Doc Warren's private elevator," Diamond continued the tour. "Hope
he's not using it at the moment."

"Press one," Titan instructed as they boarded the mirror-lined vertical
vehicle.

"Doc likes mirrors, I take it?" Justin observed as their repeated
reflections in mirrors on three sides made the place seem crowded.

"No, but his predecessor did," Diamond explained. "Doc's too cheap to
take'em down. WE have the job of keeping'em clean."

"Well, Mr. Bieber, that pretty well covers everything, not very splashy,
but the elevators run on time," Titan suddenly assumed his role as tour
guide as they stepped from the elevator and headed down the hall toward
security.

"I can't thank you enough, this has really been quite interesting," Justin
turned actor as well. "Tell Dr. Warren thanks for sparing you to like this,
I've got to be moving on..."

"Wait, you ain't seen the pool," Diamond insisted.

"The pool?  This place has a pool?" Justin laughed as he surrendered his
guest badge to a bored checkpoint attendant who didn't even recognize him.

"Whew, that's a relief," Titan breathed as they headed toward the back of
the building, the cafeteria, and recreation patio. "I was afraid they'd
recognize you and start making a big fuss."

"Vulcan mind meld," Justin insisted. "I told him telepathically to go fuck
himself."

"Cute," Titan smiled, relaxing a bit. "And this little puddle is what we
jokingly call a swimming pool," he continued in tour mode as they passed
through glass double doors to the nearly deserted patio. "They mop up the
water every night then get someone to piss in it the next morning."

"Where the fuck IS everyone?" Diamond asked, looking about. "Normally, on a
weekend, we could walk across the pool stepping on bobbing heads."

"I almost forgot...Estes' birthday...over at the hotel..." Titan recalled
as he led them from the patio through a grassy area between the science lab
and the computer lab. "The beach is this way."

"We need to stay out of the sun, I didn't bring any sunblock," Justin
worried as his bare feet began to sink into the sandy grass.

"Fuck the sun, we need to stay outta sight from the cart path," Titan
insisted as he looked about uneasily.  Nothing seemed to be out of the
norm. "This is strange. I figured by this time the place would be hoppin'
with cops.  Not even an alarm, no boats in the water...spooky."

"Uhhh...guys...I suppose it might be premature to ask, but...where we
going?" Diamond queried.

"As far from this place as we can get," Titan snarled, still tense, even
though they couldn't have asked for a smoother getaway.

"The plane...we'll get you two the fuck off the island," Justin insisted.

"Nope." Titan contradicted.

"Whadya mean, nope," Diamond questioned. "Sounds good to me."

"In the first place, the plane is the first place they'll look for us,"
Titan reasoned.  "Second, in case you haven't noticed, we're fuckin'
NAKED!"

"No problem, I've got some clothes on board that'd probably fit
ya...errr...welll...almost," Justin failed to reassure them as he surveyed
Diamond's boyish physique. Justin wasn't exactly King Kong, but neither did
he have the build of a twelve-year old boy.

"We're more than just...NAKED naked, we're...PAPER naked too," Titan
reminded them.

"Damn," Justin swore.

"Tell me about it," Titan worried as they sauntered along the shady side of
the beach, Titan keeping a watchful eye for cart path trafic.

"You take off in that big fucker, where ya gonna LAND it?" Titan
asked. "Ain't NO place with a mile-long runway not gonna have customs
fuckers wantin' to stamp our passports."

"SHIT!" Justin knew the boy was right.

"We could swim?" Diamond suggested, not very helpfully.

"Fine, there's the water, take off." Titan pointed. "Ecstasy is that-a-way,
I think."

"Know anyone with a boat?" Justin suggested hopefully.

"Lots of people...but they all work for Doc Warren," Titan complained.

"Anyone you could trust, anyone owe you a favor?" Justin pondered their
fix.

"Tink?" Diamond suggested.

"TINK?" Titan laughed. "Have you forgotten, he's with Hanson, probably Doc,
too by now...turnin' this place upside down looking for us."

"Looks pretty right-side-up to me," Diamond observed, looking about. "That
palm tree over there's a bit crooked but..."

"GET DOWN!" Titan suddenly cried as the three of them all but buried
themselves in the sand.

"What?" Justin murmurred.

"Doc! Him and Hanson...just zipped by over there," Titan nodded toward the
cart path. "Hell, they're headed toward the bunker!"

"Not exactly hot on our tail," Diamond noted in relief. "Fuck, I got sand
in my mouth."

"THINK, guys, THINK, we gotta find a way OFF this fuckin' island!" Titan
declared vehemently.

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"Are you SURE they headed toward the bunker?" Dr. Warren cried in disbelief
as he and Hanson once more reved up their electric golf cart heading around
the lagoon. Tink had begged off the wild goose chase, pleading duties back
at the farm.

"They left your golf card outside, what do YOU think?" Hanson sneered,
losing more and more respect for his boss by the minute.

"But...fuck...why would they come here, makes no sense," Doc tried to
reason. "And how the fuck'd they get IN?"

"You forget who you're dealing with," Hanson noted.

"Justin Bieber?" Doc looked at him in mild humor and dismay.

"Bieber?  Fuck Bieber, try Titan," Hanson insisted.

"Shittttt...you're right, this whole mess is starting to smell like the
work of a Level V mind," Mike admitted as they rounded a curve and spotted
his abandoned golf cart in the shade under a palm.

"Which would explain how they got past security," Hanson further reasoned.

"It would?" Doc looked at him strangely.

"You know all the security guys here?" Hanson questioned.

"I know everybody EVERY where on this island, why? Doc questioned.

"Know him?" Hanson questioned as they nimbly hopped from their cart and
entered the air-conditioned coolness of the bunker.

"His name is...is...Bleeker...or Blaker...something like that," Mike
recited, trying desperately to match the face to a name as the two of them
brushed by without even a nod.

"Go on?" Hanson insisted.

"He's...he's...damn, a weekend warrior," Doc suddenly realize, using the
nickname they'd given the formulated security fill-ins. "Level II mind."

"Putty in the hands of a Level V," Hanson added as they hurried down the
steps.

"Palmer!" Mike cried as they suddenly came face to face with the security
guard as they rounded the corner. The two of them all but plowed the poor
guy to the floor.

"Brought the big guns this time, I see," Palmer smiled. "Dr. Warren,
imagine meeting you like this."

"Titan, Diamond, Justin Bieber, you seen any of them?" Mike asked once he'd
righted himself.

"You too? Not except in my dreams," Palmer joked. "I plan to see more of
them tonight."

"Who's downstairs?" Dr. Warren demanded.

"Baker crew is on duty on the mind line, just Ike and Alex with the
kiddies," Palmer told him as both Dr. Warren and Hanson hustled off toward
the nearest set of steps.

"Happy hunting, say hello to the Bieb for me..." Palmer laughed, shaking
his head in dismay as he stared after them. "...Justin Bieber...here? HAH!"

"Hey, Doc, what brings YOU around on a beautiful weekend like this?" Alex
Snider, the technical supervisor greeted his boss.

"You seen Justin Bieber?" Hanson asked breathlessly.

"Who? Justin..." Alex laughed.

"Titan, Diamond...anyone down here today besides you and Ike and Palmer?"
Mike demanded.

"Bieber? What the hell would he be doing HERE...and...down HERE? You two
out of your minds?" Alex laughed.

"Where's Ike?" Mike looked about in frustration.

"He's on break...upstairs I suppose," Alex told them, starting to look
perplexed. "We had some kind of security breach or something?"

"Come on," Mike sighed as they hurried off again.

"It's like we're chasing ghosts," Hanson suggested.

"You go that way, I'll take the other steps, meet you in the break room,"
Mike ordered.

"By myself? I'm afraid of ghosts," Hanson pretended, knowing his boss
wasn't in the mood for jokes and enjoying his own all the more for that
reason.

They met five minutes later in the break room, no boys, no Bieber, and no
Ike to be found.

"Doc! phone... Your communication locket must not be working down there
underground," the security guard yelled from his post at the front desk.

"Dr. Warren..." Mike grabbed the land line unit, trying to calm his voice
into something resembling a professional tone.

"Mike...Jim Loin...put Bieber on."

"Yeah, sure, wish I could," Mike sighed. "We can't find him...or the boys,"
he admitted.

"WHAT?!" Loin bellowed loud enough that the security guard could hear him
as Mike reflexively pulled the receiver from his ear.

"The last anyone saw of them they were headed toward the production
facility...their cart is outside but...since then, they seem to have
disappeared," Mike filled them in. "That was almost an hour ago."

"FIND HIM!" Loin ordered. "Sound the alarm, turn that fuckin' island
upside-down, inside-out. I wanna talk to the bastard."

Mike gingerly handed the phone back to the guard.

"Deep shit?" Hanson correctly summed up the situation.

"The deepest," Mike agreed. "Push the button, level 5 alarm, all security
report here..."

"What button?" the guard looked at him blankly.

He got back a blank stare from Dr. Warren for his trouble. Doc suddenly
rushed behind the desk and flipped open the metal guard covering the big
red alarm button and pounded it with his fist. Lights there and all over
the island began to flash, alarms and sirens went off, loudspeakers blared,
communications lockets hummed or vibrated. All hell had broken loose.