Date: Mon, 14 Oct 2013 00:11:46 -0400 From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com> Subject: Erotic Isle: the Endless Orgasm Chapter 17 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 SEVENTEEN "How ya doin'?" Ronon Parker gasped as he and Kevin Cox lay side by side on one of the dorm double beds while two naked pre-teens lat atop them, pummeling them with their hard little cocklets, striving earnestly to have orgasms. "Not bad, you?" Kevin replied blandly as he gripped the little boys hot, tiny ass and guided him deftly in his search for sexual pleasure. "Horny little fuckers," Ronon smiled, kissing his boy. "Mine's gettin' the knack," Kevin observed. "Eaton, right?" he confirmed the boy's name. It was after dinner and getting late. Most of the boys were off watching the nightly gay porn feature on the big screen. This was the fourteenth boy he'd fucked, sucked, or in some other kinky manner shared sexual pleasure with that day. "Paxton's knows what his cock's for," Ronon complimented the boy. "Right kid...uhopoohhhhhh yeah, like that move." "These guys LOVE belly-fuckin'" Kevin smiled up at his boy, kissing his pert little nose. "Come on, do it, boy do it to me, fuck my cock, kid, ohhhhhhhh yeah, makin' it feel gooooooodddd." "I can't believe we actually get PAID for this," Ronon laughed. "Ohhahhahhah fuck, yeah, yeah, fuck me, boy, fuck me, fuck me, fucccckkkkkk meeeeee..." "EcstasyInc is gonna wake up one day and realize we'd pay THEM for doing it," Kevin joked. "OHhhhhh yeah, yeah, keep it up, keep it up like that, move that cock, pump that ass, feel my cock, aoahahhahh god, yeah, nice...nice one, yeahh, ohhh fuck yeahhhhhhhhh..." he urged the boy to new heights of heaving, thrusting, pelvic movement. "Wouldn't it be easier to just to turn'em loose let'em fuck EACH OTHER?" Ronon sighed. He couldn't keep track of how many boys he'd "instucted" that day on the fine art of achieving orgasmic bliss. "But a lot less fun," Kevin smiled over at his husband, straining to kiss Ronon's lips as they enjoyed their boys individually. "That all you boys ever do, fuck and shoot cum?" Tink observed as he came upon the boys hard at "work." "Hi, whatzup?" Kevin asked as he and Eaton fucked. "Harder, harder, faster, do it, do it, boy, yeah, yeah, ohhhh fuck, yeahhhhhh, makin' my cock feel gooooooood..." "Thought I'd drop by and observe...working on employee evaluations," Tink joked. Actually he'd finished them a few days before. "Have these two fill out teacher evaluations when they get done NOT cumming," Ronon suggested as he fucked upward with his powerful, thin loins, nearly dislodging Paxton from atop him. "Come on Pax, show the man your stuff, show him all you've learned...all the stuff we've taught you," Ronon urged the boy. "Do it, do it, fuck me, fuck that big, hard, fuckin' cock at me, make us cum, boy, make us cum, make us cum....ohhhh fuck yes, yes, yes! I ain't cum in over an hour now, I really need it, I need you to....ahghhoaoeirhoahheh fuck....ahgheaoiehroh god, ohahahhahh yeah, kid, do that some more, yeah, oahhahh fuck, you're doin' it to me, gettin' me there..." "Nice technique, both you two kids," Tink complimented the young Ecstasy Island hopefuls. Tink guessed they were probably ten-year-olds...certainly no more than eleven. Ecstasy was pleading for younger and younger boys the past few months. Last week they'd send four ten-year-olds, twenty eleven-year-olds, a smiliar number of twelve-year-olds along with ONE well-seasoned thirteen-year-old. "What brings you around this hour of the night? Toy on the rag?" Ronon asked as his pace grew more frantic. "Aahahhh fuck, ahhahhahhh fuck, fuck, fuck fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck, fuck me boy, fuck me, fuck me, keep fuckin' me like that, let's have an orgasm, boy! You ready for your orgasm? Feels good, don't it, aoghaoiehr fuck yes, yes, yeahhhhhhhhhhh..." "I'm close," Paxton panted breathlessly, fuckin almost too hard to speak. "Had a little call from Doug Bristol a while ago," Tink revealed. "Doug? Doug Bristol, Buddy and Bobby's dad? What'd he want?" Kevin drew his boy closer and closer to the magic moment. "Come on, kid, come on, let's do it, boy, let's fuckin' do it to each other, let's do some orgasming together, boy, ohhhh fuck, ooahhahhah fuck yes, keep fuckin' me, keep fuckin' me, oahahhhha god, kid what you're doin' to my cock, aghoeaiehoi fuuuucccckkkkk..." "Well, in a word, YOU," Tink laughed. "You and your boy-fucking husband," Tink added. "Do it, do it, Pax, give me an orgasm, boy, I need to talk to the boss," Ronon urged, anxious to hear the details of what Tink was hinting. "Hurry, hurrry, faster, faster, fuck me faster, oaohhhahahh god, yes, rabbit fuck me, boy, yeah, yeah, let's cum, lets cum, oaohghaheoor fuck, Pax, doin' it to me, doin' it to me, boy, yeah, gettin' me closer...closer... ahgheaooerhohh fuck, fuck...AOAOOEOHAEHRHHHRHHH FUCCCCCKKKKKK...CUMMIN' PAX, CUMMIN', CUMMIN', YEAH, CUM WITH ME BOY, CUM WITH ME, FEEL IT, FEEL THE FEELING, OAOHGHAHEHRH YEAH, YEAH, YEAHHHHH!!! "eiiaiieiiiiiiaiiIIIIIIIEIAHGHHEAHEHRHHHHHH...CUMMMIN' TOOOOOOOO," the boy atop Ronon squealed as his orgasm shot through him with devastating power and acute intensity. "OAOOHEHAIEIHHAHHAHHH FUCCCKKK...FUCKKKK...AHGOAIHEORIH GOD, FEELS GOOD, RONON, FEELS GOOD, FEELS GOOD, FEELS GOOD FUCKIN' YOU, MAN, OGHAOIEHORIH GOD, MY COCK, MY COCK, AOGHAOIEHRO FEELS LIKE...AHGOEIAHEORIHOIH FUCCCKKK...THE FEELING, THE FEELING...SOOO GOOD, SOOO HARD, CUMMIN' SOOOO HARD, OAHGHHAH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK FUCCCCKKKKK!!!!" "Hear that...hear that Eaton, Pax just hit the ceiling, let's you and me...ahgoaiehroha yeah, let's do it, boy, let's do it, do it, fuckkkk...fuck...fuck...let's cum, Eaton, let's cum, let's cummmm....readdy...ready boy? Ready to feel it? Oohhhhh yeah, gonna cum, kid, gonna cum, cum with me, cum with...MEEEEEEE...AGHHOAIEORHOHO GOD, WITH MEEEEEEE...AGHOAOIEHRO FUCK, SHOOTIN' MY CUM, BOY, YOU'RE MAKIN' ME SHOOT, MAKIN' ME SHOOOT, AOGIHOAEIHRE FUCK, HARRRDDD...HARRRDDDD...SOOOO FUCKIN' HARRRD, BOY, YEAH, DO IT, DO IT, SEE IF YOU CAN SHOOT TOO, LET'S FEEL IT TOGETHER, OHAHHAHH GOD, BOY, YEAH, YEAH, GETTIN' CLOSE, I CAN TELL, YOU'RE REALLY GETTIN' CLOSE!!" "I can feel it too...I can feel it buildin' up inside me, gonna do it, gonna shoot," Eaton cried out, "Ooahhahhh fuck, feels good, buildin' up, tighter and tighter...gonna cum...AHHAOOEOHOAH FUCK, FEELIN' IT, FEELIN' IT, AOGHAOIHEOIRHOAIHE FUCK, MY COCK, MY WHOLE BODY...FEEELING IT, FEELIN' WHAT YOU'RE DOIN' TO ME, MAN, FEEELING IT STRONG, AOGIHAOEIHRO FUCK, KEVIN, LOVE YOU MAN, LOVE YOU, LOVE YOU, OAGHOAIEHR FUCK, LOVE YOUR COCK, MAN, OAHGOAHEORHOIH GOD, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, KEEP FUCKIN' ME WHILE I CUM, AOGIHOAIHER FUCK, DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP, DON'T EVER FUCKIN' STOP, I WANNA FEEL THIS...KEEP FEELIN' THIS FOREVER...FOREVER AND EVER AND..." "Whoa, kid, I said I'd FUCK, you, not bear your children," Kevin joked as Eaton sort of got carried away. "Hoooaaooffffff..." Ronon shifted little Paxton's ninety pounds off him to one side. "Next time, I get on top." "Can we fuck some more after HE leaves?" Paxton asked hopefully, nodding toward Tink. "Listen, you two little fuckers...why don't you horny li'l dudes run off and find some place quiet and fuck EACH OTHER this time," Kevin suggested as he dislodged his naked boy as well. "I, for one, am getting too OLD for this shit...a dozen times a day..." "Only a dozen?" Ronon prodded, rolling over sharing a quick kiss with his sexually spent husband. "That was fun, what'll we do now?" "Listen, you two, before I have to set through a couple more orgasms," Tink smiled down at the two as he sat down on the edge of their bed. "How'd you like a little vacation?" "I could handle that...maybe a nice, quiet, celibate convent high on some mountain top in the Andes," Ronon suggested dreamily. "Celibate?" Kevin laughed. "You...celibate? How long? Five minutes?" "Me...I'm not the one fuckin' cute little boys a dozen times in one day," Ronon shot back. "Fourteen now, but who's counting?" Kevin bragged about his adolsecent sexual stamina, thanks to Duralon. "How about a week on Erotic Isle, all expenses paid?" Tink offered. "Erotic Isle!" Kevin cried in delight. "Fucccckkk...talk about your busman's holiday?" "What the fuck is a 'busman's holiday'?" Kevin looked at him strangely. "When you do on your day off the same thing you do when you're working," Ronon told him humorlessly. "So...you're the one just said we should be paying THEM for teaching these horny little munchkins how to fuck," Kevin reminded him. "Like hell, you're the one said that. Shhhhhhhh...not so loud, he works for management, remember," Ronon joked, eyeing Tink suspciously. "You serious...Erotic Isle?" Kevin sat up in bed and kissed Tink passionately. "Doug Bristol...Doug and Derek invited us over?" Ronon guessed, Tink having mentioned the man by name. "Soon as you two get your bags packed," Tink told them. "The Beib has chartered a private chopper, probably be leaving in an hour or two." "Bags? What bags? That place is naked too, right?" Kevin laughed gleefully. "They FOUND him...him and Titan and Diamond?" Ronon cried in genuine surprise. "It's a small island," Tink laughed. "Actually they all kind of found each other...worked out some kind of deal, from what Terry said. He didn't go into details." "COOOOOOOooooolllllll," Kevin cooed, kissing Tink again. "You better stop that or you'll get me all turned on and I'll have to fuck you both. Then you'll miss your flight," Tink joked. "I've always wondered what that place was like," Ronon smiled broadly. "There IS one hitch, though," Tink continued. "What?" Kevin stopped short of kissing Tink for a third time. "There always is..." Ronon sighed in dismay. "You gotta take Silly with you," Tink told them. "SILLY?" Kevin laughed. "What the fuck's that little peckerwood got to do with the price of pee in China?" "I guess you could say you'll be delivering a BIRTHDAY gift," Tink smiled induligently. "Hoooo my goddddd...for BUDDY?" Ronon recalled Silly having mentioned something to that effect. "They both just turned thirteen, right?" "Who knows? It may be more like a mail order BRIDE...or groom...whatever," Tink suggested, eyeing the two boys for their reactions. "They're getting married?!" Kevin cried in surprise. "Well...not necessarily...just kind of...you know...feeling one another out," Tink added. "Oh yeah, I'm sure there'll be a lot of feeling one another," Kevin laughed. "Seriously, boys...Doug thinks...well, no one is quite sure what the next few years holds for Buddy, his...problem and all, not to mention his continuous...needs..." Tink's manner changed. "You two know all about that better than I do." "Buddy's taken a turn for the worse?" Ronon asked fearfully." "Mmmmm...well, no, I don't think soo...I guess they've all kind of grown accustomed to his sexual needs," Tink continued. "Doug just feels that the boy needs someone. It's like you two...a husband...someone to share his life...whatever may be left of it...and of course, someone to take care of him sexually..." "That would be Silly," Kevin laughed. "Biggest sexual appetite of any boy I ever fucked." "Bigger'n yours?" Tink joked. "Hoooo...yeah...god, that kid could fuck me under the table any day of the week and twice on Monday," Kevin sighed in dismay, "Getting so I go out of my way to AVOID him when I can." "That's kind of what I decided too," Tink smiled. "That's why I suggested Silly for Buddy. I don't know Buddy well, but from what you two have said, the two boys are a lot alike in a lot of ways." "Ohhhhhh god, Silly on a helicopter ride to Erotic Isle," Kevin moaned. "I'll be a limp noodlle by the time we get there." "Turn him loose on the Beib," Tink laughed. "Or maybe Titan or Diamond could relieve you between fucks." "Titan? Diamond? They're going too?" Ronon reacted in surprise. "Apparently," Tink shrugged, "...probably the whole reason for the trip. Beiber chartered a chopper...there's no runway on Erotic isle...not YET anyway. In any case..." "The Beib has a place on Erotic Isle, I think," Kevin noted. "What'd he do, bribe our good friend, the doctor to..." Tink started laughing. "Not hardly...more like got him FIRED." "Doc? FIRED?" Ronon gaped at Tink in jaw-dropping surprise. "Hear that?" Tink quieted the two. "The chopper? At this hour of the night?" Ronon listened in surprise. "I wouldn't be surprised if that's your...'good friend' leaving in disgrace," Tink surmised. "Leaving? Leaving for where?" Kevin wondered. Tink laughed again. "Probably for some spot about halfway to Nassau. Mr. Loin was...let's just say...NOT a happy camper after all this." "They fuckin' FIRED him?" Ronon still could not believe his ears. "What the hell for?" Tink paused, debating how much to tell the boys. "Okay, there's more to it than this, but...our pretty young pop star, is also a major Cox stockholder. That being the case, it seems, he twisted Mr. Loin's arm rather severly in getting Titan and Diamond...he leased the boys for...god, more than I'll ever see in a lifetime." "Leased them?" Ronon asked in all seriousness. "Like a car?" Kevin suppressed a grin. "More like sex slaves," Ronon guessed. "You didn't hear that from me," Tink noted for the record. "Hoooo my goddddddd," Ronon reacted in dismay. "Ronon, dammit, that's the fuckin' business we're in...EcstasyInc's stock in trade," Kevin reminded his startled husband. "Yeah, but...EcstasyInc...Cox Pharm...they don't...OWN us, hell..." Ronon argued. Both boys looked at Tink in dismay. "That's all I can tell you and still keep MY job," Tink told them. "Hanson is in charge here now." "HANSON!" Both boys cried in surprise, shock, and laughter. "Fine, laugh now, get it out of your system," Tink laughed with them. "Just try NOT to laugh when he's around. He's our new boss, for now anyway, and he's taking all this VERY seriously." "Shit, they started a revolution and forgot to invite US," Ronon laughed. "You two better get the cum washed off...dammit, Kevin, don't you ever...bathe?" Tink obsereved layer after layer of dried boycum all over him. "He wears it like boy scount merit badges," Ronon eyed his husband in distaste. "I have to lure him into the shower every night and fuck him to get it washed off." "You look kind of damp too at the moment," Kevin obsereved. "Okay, you two, get cleaned up, the next chopper you hear taking off will mean you missed your flight and Silly will have to go it alone." Tink ordered. "So we're...like...CHAPERONING Silly to meet his new husband?" Kevin asked as he and Ronon headed to a nearby shower followed by Tink. "Unofficially, I guess you could say that," Tink admitted. "Mostly to keep him from RAPING the Beib and the whole chopper crew," Ronon joked. "Say, do they know we'll all be naked?" Tink shrugged. "Who knows? I guess that's Beiber's problem, not yours." ---------------------- Justin Beiber sat alone, still naked, aboard the huge, white, chopper his manager had conned EcstasyInc into providing their "best customer." His heavy, black-rimmed spectacles adorned his flawlessly beautiful face as he studied and compared the documents Cox Pharm had somehow managed to provide him on extremely short notice. They were Titan's and Diamond's birth certificates, listing the boys' ages at fourteen and thirteen respectively, despite the fact that Diamond was actually a few months older than Titan. Titan looked and acted older, which made the deception necessary. Their parents were listed as deceased on separated death certificates. Justin hadn't even requested those documents. Hanson had seemingly thought of everything. The Bahamian passports were what impressed Justin far more. If they were fakes, and he suspected they might be, they were extremely GOOD fakes. The boys were documented as brothers, Titan Trey Adonis and Diamond Damian Adonis. Justin smiled, the boys had even donned clothes, or at least shirts, for probably the first time in their lives for their photos. Along with the birth certificates and passports were shot records (almost certainly faked), school transcripts (definitely fake), and a folder on each boy with thier medical records, which Justin guessed were mostly faked. The adoption papers would have to come later following court appearances and some pretty deft P.R. spinning. Scooter was working on that part back in the California. Inasmuch as the boys were LEASED, Justin knew that was going to be a thorny problem, even with the paperwork covering demise of the boys' parents. There was also a discretely worded lease agreement and a copy of a wire transfer of funds from his bank in L.A. to Cox International for the sum of five-million dollars. Justin winced at the sight of it. Despite his reputation for spending lavishly, he also knew his finances, while not critical at the moment, wouldn't support such spending indefinitely. Maybe he'd write a hit love song about going broke while flying his private jet all over the world in meeting his concert obligations. "My picture makes me look old?" Diamond complained in coming aboard and peering over Justin's shoulder as their new "father" once more admired the high quality of the forged documents. "I look like I'm like...fourteen or fifteen, maybe." "You look delicious," Justin smiled up at him as the naked boy seated himself on one of the long, pink, bench sofas lining each side of the spacious main salon of the chopper. "Is that mine?" Titan joined them, grabbinig his own passport from Justin's naked lap. "Hot'lookin' fucker," Titan smiled proudly as he inspected his own photo. "Don't know where Hanson came up with that shirt...probably one of his old rags." "Our friend Mr. Hanson seems to have done quite a respectable job of making your two horn-dogs legal," Justin told the boys as Titan seated himself next to his "brother" and fastened his seatbelt. "He even killed off your parents." "Hi..." Justin heard a soft, high-pitched little voice behind him. He craned his neck to greet its owner, halfway expecting to see a girl. "You Justin Beiber?" "No one has asked me that in years?" Justin smiled up at the naked little boy who appeared to be about ten or eleven. "What's YOUR name?" "This is Sylvester Saunders, from the great city of Petersburg, Indiana," Ronon introduced the boy as he and Kevin boarded the chopper. "Sylvester?" Justin laughed. "You're kidding me." If ever a name did NOT fit its bearer, that one took the cake. "Everyone calls me 'Silly'," the boy informed him. "You gonna sing for us on the way?" "Sing for you? Little boy, I might even compose a fuckin' SYMPHONY inspired by your lovely sweet face," Justin joked. "What about MY lovely sweet face?" Diamond objected, jealously. "Thanks for letting us hitch a ride," Kevin told their host politely. "You sure have a big chopper." "Everything I got is BIG," Justin stroked his cock a few times, making it still bigger. "Looks like Doug Bristol might have sent the chopper for US and he's the one hitching a ride," Ronon noted as he spotted the EcstasyInc logo embroidered on the high-backed leather seats. "Doug...Doug Bristol...where have I heard that name?" Justin pondered as Kevin and Ronon seated themselve across from him while Silly grabbed the massive reclining seat next to Justin's. He looked like a ten-cent hotdog in a fifty-cent bun. "Sales agent for Erotic Isle...all of EcstasyInc too, I guess," Kevin reminded him. "Ohhhhh, yeah, the fucker who sweet-talked me into spending two-million bucks for a sandbar I found out later was barely six inches above high tide," Justin sneered. "And another million to bring in three barges of sand, rocks, and boulders to get safely above sealevel in order to build. Scooter 'bout had a cow." "Maybe you should invite him over sometime, let him meet the native population," Ronon tweaked the pop star. Justin laughed. "He ain't gay enough for that." "Hey!!!" Silly suddenly squealed in delight. "We're movin'! We're going UP!"