Date: Tue, 8 Oct 2013 20:39:02 -0400 From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com> Subject: Erotic Isle: the Endless Orgasm Chapter 16 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 SIXTEEN "Look, boys, how many ways are there off this island?" Justin Bieber stopped Titan and Diamond as the three of them sauntered aimlessly along the white sand beach girding Bristol Island. "We obviously can't take your jet," Titan noted their previously foredrawn conclusion. "I don't think ANY of us could swim very far," Diamond recounted another obvious dead end. "We could steal a boat?" Titan suggested unenthusiastically. "I think they call that piracy," Justin smiled, dismissing that possibility. "I've got concert dates comming up worth roughly ten million dollars, plus recording dates and TV appearances. Moreover, I don't have very many fans in prisons," He added dryly. "What about a chopper?" Diamond suggested softly, expecting to be shot down instantly. The other two boys looked at him in silence. "Just a thought..." Diamond shrugged in dismay. "No...Diamond...that's not a bad idea," Titan surprised his boyfriend by admitting. "You know anyone with a chopper on the island?" "Terry flies," Diamond replied. "You know, one of the guys at the control tower...Tony's dad. He was at the orgy this evening." "He does? He can fly a helicopter?" Titan asked in surprise. "But he's probably still at Doc's place with the others," Diamond all but dismissed his own idea, inasmuch as no one else had. "Boys, I rather doubt it," Justin suggested. "We kind of put a damper on that party. Terry and his brother...whatzisname..." "Earl," Titan filled in the blanks of Justin's memory. "They live in one of the upper levels of the control tower over there," he pointed to the island's most notable landmark just beyond the runway. "It's getting dark, we could skirt out around the end of the runway, then sneak into the terminal..." Titan suggested. "Unless they have all the lights on," Diamond added. "How far is that?" Justin asked, the soles his feet already becoming well-worn from their trek along the beach from Cox-Bristol. "My feet are getting sore...all this sand." "It'll be dark by the time we get to the end of the runway, can't stay out of sight out there anyway, too many rocks along the shore where they extended the landing strip last year," Titan recalled. "We'll have to cut across the tarmac." "Does Terry even HAVE a chopper, and where would he take us anyway?" Justin asked, skipping over the boys' plan. "I didn't see one when we landed." "There might be one in the hangar, the wind can get rough here, they don't usually leave them out overnight," Titan told them as they headed up from the beach through some tall, scrubby grass. "If you see anyone, hit the dirt." "Sand," Diamond corrected. "Whatever," Titan sighed, rolling his eyes. "Look!" "What? Justin hissed tensely. "Where?" Diamond asked, peering up over the edge of the long, flat ridge topped by the runway. "The lights...and security...all around the plane," Justin observed. "So much for sneaking into the terminal." "The other side...it's dark," Titan noted. "Come on, up and over to the other side...if we make a run for it, they might not notice." "And if not, we get shot?" Diamond worried. "Don't be melodramatic, they only shoot spitwads," Titan joked. The guards did appear to be armed but only with holstered sidearms. "Come on...on three. One...two...THREE! It took only about five seconds as they made their dash, diving into the tall grass on the opposite side. "Did they see us?" Diamond asked breathlessly. "I don't think so...no one's moving much," Titan dared peek up over the edge of the manmade ridge at the plane some half-mile away. "They look bored...hot, tired, and bored." "Even with the sun down, must be well into the 90s on that concrete apron where the plane is parked," Justin observed, feeling the pain of having hot-footed it across asphault runway in his bare feet. "This way," Titan directed. "Once we cross the cart path up ahead, we can circle around to the far side of the terminal and hope the doors there are unlocked." "First we gotta hope they're not patroling the cart path," Diamond worried. "We'll cross between the streetlights...near those bushes..." Titan pointed. "Besides, security doesn't have enough carts or manpower to patrol the whole island. They'll be concentrating on the lagoon and the area around Cox-Bristol, where they think we still are." "What about closed circuit TV?" Justin suggested. "Never watch it, they don't carry football," Titan joke dryly. "Only crime shows and spy thrillers," Diamond joked, in view of their plight. "Thanks a lot, I feel oh SO much better now," Justin sighed as they hustled toward the cart path. "See anyone?" Diamond asked as they approached and hid in the tall landscaping by the path. "Nope," Titan said softly as he darted out and across the path, bounding up the slope on the far side. The others followed. "Now what," Justin asked anxiously as they found themselves once more on closely cropped grass. "Nowhere much to hide anymore." "Probably safer to just stand up and walk normally now, don't act weird. If anyone sees us, as dark as it's getting, they probably won't be suspicious," Titan reasoned. "Just keep heading toward the back side of the tower." "You think they'll be guarding the terminal too?" Justin asked softly as they proceeded at a liesurely pace across the soft grass, his feet enjoying the respite from the hot sand and pavement. "We shall see," Titan said calmly. Staying as much as they could among the shadows and the palms, the three of them climbed up and over a couple small ridges before descending to the neatly manicurred front lawn of the terminal on the opposite side from the parking apron and Justin's closely guarded jet. There were no lights lit on their side. "Try the door," Diamond urged. Titan opened it. "The elevator is this way. I saw lights on up in the tower, someone must be up there." "Wonder what's happening with my crew?" Justin worried as he quickly peered over his shoulder at the plane as they were boarding the elevator." "Probably '...livin' it up in the Hotel California'," Titan sang. "Wanna join my show?" Justin smiled induligently. Singing was not one of Titan's stronger suits. "Which button?" Diamond questioned. Titan pressed button two. "We'll hit the lower level first...who knows what's happening in the control room, maybe Doc himself with his binoculars." The elevator door opened to a dimly lit, glass walled apartment overlooking the runway and the rest of the island. The rooms surrounding the elevator shaft, were surprisingly well-furnished and decorated, not quite oppulent, but attractive and comfortable looking. They were also deserted. Wordlessly, Titan pointed to a set of circular steps. "Wait here," Titan ordered as he softly crept up and around the central axis of the steps to peek at the floor above. "Quite a bash ole doc threw tonight," Titan heard one of them men on the far side of the elevator shaft comment. "Too bad it had to end," another voice observed. Titan thought it sounded like Terry. "Yeah, I could have fucked all night." It was Tony! Titan recognized the voice for certain. "Why'd we have to come home?" another young voice asked. Slowly, Titan continued up, not making his presence known. "Doc has a crisis...he thought it better...TITAN!" Terry exclaimed in surprise when he caught sight of the boy out of the corner of his eye. "Hi, guys, what's happening?" Titan greeted them somewhat sheepishly. "I think you've got a pretty good idea," Earl noted, dropping his binoculars from his eyes. "Where's Diamond and the Beib?" "Doc has the whole island searching for you guys, how'd you get through undetected?" Terry questioned. "Titan, I was afraid you'd get shot," Tony cried running to him, hugging him warmly. "Where's the others...where's Diamond?" Kenny asked, also hugging Titan in relief. "We's rat cheer," Diamond laughed as he and Justin came on upstairs, having heard the others. "Justin, fuckkkk, just the guy I've been looking for," Terry hugged the entertainer, following his sons' lead. "You have a message from some guy named...'Scooter'?" "My manager," Justin acknowledged. "What is it?" "Wants you to call him," Terry handed the radiogram form to Justin. "The number is there at the bottom." "I don't have a cell, it's on the plane," Justin sighed. "No problem, use my satellite phone," Earl offered the high-tech gadget to the naked singer. Justin flipped it on and dialed the number from memory. He listened intently as the call went through. "What the fuck kind of trouble you into THIS time?" Justin heard his manager ask in dismay. "You already know or you wouldn't be calling," Justin countered. "Your friends at Cox are flippin' out...something about you stealing some high tech hardware...or kidnapping some boys, I couldn't quite figure it all out." Scooter Braun noted for the record. "It's complicated," Justin sighed. "Look, Scoot, can you sneak a chopper over to this place and..." "What place?" Scooter responded. "Bristol Island," Justin told him. "Where the fuck is that?" Terry handed Justin a slip of paper with coordinates, which Justin read to his manager. "You flew INTO that fuckin' place, can't you fly out?" Scooter questioned. "It's a long story," Justin sighed, letting out a long breath as he peered outside at the guards still milling around his plane. "There'll be three of us." "Three...so it's true, you horny fucker, you ARE kidnapping a couple underaged boys." "Saving them from a fate worse than death," Justin over-dramatized. "I'll see what I can do," Scooter agreed. "But in case you've forgotten, you don't SNEAK a chopper into anyplace. Or you want us to parachute the thing in so you can fly it out yourself?" "Stop with the parachute jokes," Justin sighed. "This is serious." "This something that could get me arrested as an accomplice?" Scooter worried. "Oh, probably," Justin joked. "If I wind up in solitary, I'm gonna need some company," Justin told him illogically. "Are they cute?" Scooter asked playfully. "How old?" "One's about a year old, the other a year and a half," Justin revealed as Terry and Earl looked at one another, mystified. "Babies? You're stealing babies now?" Scooter cried in disbelief. "Just get me a chopper, I'll explain the rest later," Justin dismissed his concern. "And just where do you want this super-quiet, stealth helicopter to land?" Scooter asked. Justin drew a blank. The airport was out of the question. He didn't know the island well enough to suggest an alternative. "Where can he land?" He asked the two traffic controlers staring at him as if he was out of his mind. "Anyplace he wants, it won't make any difference, you're not going anywhere." The voice came from the circular stairs. "Doc!" Titan gasped in surprise and horror, backing away. "You boys alright?" Doc asked as he came on up, followed by Hanson and two naked, but well-armed security guards. "How'd you know we were here?' Diamond asked in surprise. "You think for an instant we wouldn't be monitoring communications channels from the island?" Doc revealed. Justin looked at the phone in his hand, then pretended to turn it off. He wanted Scooter to hear. "You! Over there...a friend of mine wants to talk to you," Doc motioned Justin to the far side of the circular control tower. He handed his own satellite phone to the pop idol as Justin laid Earl's on a nearby console, then sat down next to it, hoping Scooter would be able to hear both sides of the conversation. "Who's this?" Justin looked at the phone in his hand. "Don't talk, just shut the fuck up and listen," Doc shot back, anger creeping into his voice. Justin cautiously put the phone to his ear, leaning out over the other phone on the darkened radar console in front of him. "BEIBER!" Justin relexively pulled the phone from his ear. Scooter would have little trouble hearing that voice. "Who the fuck is this?!" Justin asked loudly enough for Scooter to hopefully hear. He hoped his highly trained voice wouldn't quiver, revealing his fearful discomfort. "Jim Loin! What the fuck you tryin' to do to us out there, kid?" the voice demanded angrily. Justin didn't reply as he sat collecting his thoughts. "President and CEO of Cox International, right?" "You fuckin' twerp, you know damned well who I am. You could go to jail for the rest of your...huh?" Someone on the other end was talking to him. Justin couldn't really hear their words...something about a shortage of laws. He used the opportunity to break in. "Mr. Loin, I have a proposition for you," Justin began. Then, throwing caution to the wind, Justin picked up the other phone. "Scoot, you hearing this?" "It would be hard not to," Scooter sighed. "I'm getting your CEO friend on the other line." "Cool," Justin smiled, then continued with more confidence. "Mr. CEO of Cox International, I'd like to BUY some of your company's very attractive merchandise." "Oh, for godsakes," Justin heard Scooter on the other phone. "You could make your OWN babies, you know? If you haven't already." "You're outta your fuckin' MIND," Jim Loin reacted. "Five million, cash...birth certificates, Bahamian passports..." Justin continued. "I want to adopt these two boys...Titan and Diamond." The others, in the room looked at one another in shock. "NEVER!" Jim Loined bellowed into his phone. "Think again," Justin continued. "What would happen if two percent of Cox International stock suddenly turned up on the market tomorrow morning?" he threatened. "You'd take one hell of a bath," Scooter advised quietly on the other phone, "...two or three million at least." Justin could hear a rapid fire conversation in the background as he imagined Jim Loin and a nest full of legal eagles arguing. "People would start asking questions, right?" Justin continued, tighten the pressure. "And I'd have to start ANSWERING them, right?" "Justin...hold on...slow down..." This time it was Jim Loin bidding for time. "We took a little tour of your top secret, underground, production facility this afternoon," Justin continued to press his momentary advantage. "Quite a neat little operation you got going over here...you and Doc are to be congratulated, I can't wait till you start marketing these lovely young boys." "Ten million." Jim Loin countered. "One year lease." "Lease?" Justin reacted. "Now there's a novel idea," Justin said in surprise. "Better for you to lease than buy," Justin heard Scooter advise in the other phone. "Two million per year..." Justin countered, then realizing he was being sneered at on the other end, doubled the offer. "Apiece." "Geeesh, I'm gonna be a busy fucker," Scooter reacted. "I've got Jim Loin on the other line," Scooter added. "You said five million before," Jim bargained. "That was for a purchase agreement not a one-year lease." "That's the deal," Loin suddenly grew hard-nosed. "Otherwise, it's off to the big house for you." "He's bluffing," Scooter told Justin. "Land of Ecstasy has no laws covering kidnapping...or felony theft, from what Jack Siemans is telling me. Jack Siemans was Scooter's attorney. "You're kidding?" Justin reacted in surprise. "They, DO, however, have an excellent court for kangaroos," Scooter added. "Kangaroos?" Justin stared quizically into the phone. "As in Kangaroo court...?" Justin laughed embarrassed by his own density, looking about him at everyone staring at him. His gaze fell on the two boys with whom he'd shared his afternoon adventure. They smiled self-consciously, their cocks hardening in unison before him. "Deal." "Five million? One year?" Jim Loin seemed startled Justin had accepted what he considered an outrageous sum. "Both boys, birth certificates, passports, shot records, baby pictures, formula, and all their playtoys," Justin added some extra demands. He looked over at the two very naked, very delectable young boys. "...especially their playtoys." "Playtoys?" Justin heard Scooter repeat in disbelief. Across the room, the faces of Titan and Diamond lit up as they suddenly realized their ploy to get off the island had actually worked. "Not a word of this to the press," Jim Loin added a demand of his own. "And no stockmarket bombing..." "Don't worry, I was just kidding about that part," Justin joked. He hadn't been, but Jim Loin didn't need to know that. In his own mind, he figured his losses in dumping Cox would have been at least TWICE Scooter's estimate. "What about the chopper?" Scooter asked. "Yeah, I think I'll take the boys on a little vacation, then come back for the jet," Justin revealed. "You ever hear of a place called..." Justin paused, drawing a blank as to the name of EcstasyInc's all-male, all-naked real estate venture where he'd bought and built, becoming one of the island's first new residents. "Erotic Isle..." Scooter sighed knowingly. He knew it all too well. The Beib had poured an ungodly five or six million into the place he visited only once or twice a year for a week or two. "Unfortunately they don't have a mile-long runway," Justin sighed. "Nice chopper port, though." "Let me talk to him..." Doc Warren grabbed his phone from Justin's hand. "You've got to be KIDDING!" he all but shouted into the device. "WARREN? You're fired!" Jim Loin suddenly delivered the coup-de-gras. Mike Warren looked at his phone in disbelief. "Your bungling just made this company five-million U.S. bucks; and COST us TEN million," the CEO continued. "Take the next shuttle to Nassau, I want you in my office first thing tomorrow morning." "But...but...there IS no shuttle to Nassau...not until..." Mike began. "WARREN! Just DO it...or you're fired...again," Jim Loin insisted, now minus any leverage to make it so. "It's doable," Terry informed his former boss. "Tell your flunkie...whatzisname...Handsome? Loin continued. "Hanson," Mike corrected in dismay as a look of shock spread across Hanson's face as he perceptively realized what was coming. "Right, tell him he's in charge now...at least until I can find someone...NOT AN MD...to take over." Jim Loin handed out promotions with the same aplomb as he fired subordinates. "Oh, thank you. Thank you, sir; thank you soooo much," Hanson gushed grabbing from Mike the satellite phone to Nassau as he threw loyalty to the wind. "Handsome...Hanson...whatever the hell your name is...shut the fuck up...or you're fired too," Loin reacted in disgust.