Date: Sat, 21 Dec 2013 00:19:45 -0500 From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com> Subject: Erotic Isle: The Endless Orgasm Chapter 27 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 TWENTY-SEVEN Travis rested his hand across Diamond's forehead. It didn't seem excessively warm. Gently he felt his way down Diamond's naked body. Nothing seemed out of place or abnormal. Diamond's cock was no longer hard. It was pinkish from having fucked him so long and hard. Then Travis noticed Diamond's balls. They were pink too, but a deeper shade than his cock. He felt them. They felt hot. It wasn't easy, but Travis managed to lift Diamond into his arms. He was heavy and Travis wasn't exactly muscular. Travis guessed he weighed only a little less than he, himself, did. Carrying him, Travis waded the few feet to the boat where he carefully laid the boy, who had just given him such incredible sexual pleasure, out across the padded seat. Then he went back and grabbed the air mattress, laying it on the back seat. Climbing into the boat, he moved Diamond so that he rested on top of it, then took a length of rope and wrapped it three times around Diamond and the inflatable mattress then tied both to one of the edge cleats used to tie up the boat. He then untied the boat itself and threw the line back to the rock upon which they'd just fucked. Then he started the boat's engine and slowly backed out of the grotto. It was like everything was going in slow motion. Travis heard Diamond's voice. He instantly cut the engine. "What? What'd you say?" Travis climbed back to where Diamond was lying. "Justin," Diamond moaned. "Justin?" Travis repeated, understanding the word but not its meaning. "Bieb..." Diamond was once more silent. Travis again checked Diamond's breathing and listened for his heart. Neither were encouraging but both seemed adequate to keep him alive. Moving quickly back to the driver's seat Travis once more started the boat's engine and continued maneuvering the craft around, further from the massive rocks, aiming it out from shore. Then, resisting the urge to suddenly gun the engine, Travis slowly got the boat moving forward. In a small compartment next to the throttle Travis found a tiny cell phone. He listened, pushing first one button then another. It didn't seem to work. He was about to toss it to the floor when it suddenly lit up in text mode. Steadying the wheel in his left hand, the phone in his right, Travis quickly moved his thumb over the keys, spelling out the words, "Emergency, Justin Bieb..." The phone went dark before he could finish. He checked the compartment and found a place to plug in the phone for recharging, which he did, knowing it wouldn't recharge fast enough to be of much help. Concentrating now on getting back to the resort, Travis glanced over his shoulder. Diamond appeared to be still breathing. Slowly he revved the engine, moving at what he guessed might be five knots. It seemed like they were liesurely swimming back. He moved the throttle ahead a bit more. The boat responded. Up ahead, Travis could see the top of the hotel tower. The water was a little choppy, he knew he dared not go any faster lest he risk bouncing Diamond and his air mattress out the back of the boat. The phone in the compartment chirped. Travis grabbed it. The lighted window glowed for a couple seconds, long enough for him to glimpse the letters O and K, then once more went dark. Quickly, he popped it back into the recharging receptical, wishing he could use it while it was recharging. As he neared the dock, Travis was startled to see paramedics already there waiting, as well as the boy who had been with Diamond before. Then he was startled to see JUSTIN BIEBER! Justin Bieber, in all his beautiful, naked glory was there waiting as he drew closer. "Is he dead?" Justin cried out, asking. "No," Titan informed them without waiting for the boat's driver to respond. The paramedics helped secure the boat to the dock. First Titan, then one of the paramedics climbed down into the boat. "Leave him tied to the air mattress, he'll be easier to handle...more stability," the paramedic advised as he and Titan moved to untie him, then slowly lift him into the waiting hands of Justin and the other paramedic, who quickly strapped him to a basket-like stretcher on the ground. "What happened," Justin demanded of the platinum-haired teenager who had brought Diamond back. "I don't know." Travis almost sobbed as he spoke. "We'd just...you know...uhhh" "Fucked?" Titan prompted. "He fucked me." Travis added the details. "We both cummed, then he...he just...lost it," Travis's voice cracked in anguish. "Heart, rapid and weak, breathing, shallow," one of the paramedics reported. "B.P. 80/30, temperature 102.3," the other EMT announced as they examined him. Titan stepped forward boldly. "Let me," he insisted as he reached behind Diamond's neck and his fingers moving, deftly seeking Diamond's hidden comm. port. "We need to transport," one of the EMT's urged, "Now!" "Ohhhhhhh fuccckkkk," Titan gasped. "What?" Justin asked frantically. "His testicular processor is fried," Titan cried. He reached down for Diamond's balls. "They're HOT...wonder they didn't ignite. "Testicular what?" The EMT looked at Titan as if he'd just reported a UFO hovering overhead. "No time, get him to the hospital," Titan ordered as if he were in charge. "Call Hanson at Cox-Bristol, arrange a chopper." "We don't have a hospital, only a small clinic," the second EMT told Titan as the three of them and Justin carried the aluminum stretcher up the paved path toward the waiting emergency unit. "Then straight to the heliport," Titan ordered. "He needs immediate surgery." "Aren't you a little young to be playing doctor?" One of the EMTs suggested, eyeing the boy. "Or maybe a little old?" "You got ice in here?" Titan suddenly asked as he, and Justin climbed into the back of the ambulance. "There's cold packs in that little compartment behind you," the second EMT pointed. Titan found them inside what seemed to be a tiny freezing unit. He packed a gel-filled pad around Diamond's overheated testicles. "That should help. There a chopper on the ground at the heliport?" "I'm workin' on it," Justin told him impatiently. "You sure you don't wanna go to the clinic?" the EMT driving asked, glancing over his shoulder. Once more Titan reached behind Diamond's neck and established direct contact. "Damn..." "What?" Only Justin knew what Titan was doing. "How long's the flight to Cox-Bristol?" Titan demanded. "How long...how the hell should I know...wait..." justin listened to his cell intendly. "What's the flight time to Bristol island...top speed, good flying weather?" "He's got an hour...maybe...two tops," Titan told them bluntly. "Ninety-three minutes," Justin repeated what the flight tower had told him. "Let's hope for a tail wind," Titan told them dryly. "Have them call Cox-Bristol, have a...have a go-cart ready." "Go cart?" Justin suppresed a laugh. "Fuckin' Cox Pharm is too cheap to have an ambulance on the island," Titan told them. "They have this golf cart with a stretcher fastened in back...we called it the 'go-cart'." "No roads, right?" The EMT guessed. "We used to make fun of them, called them..." Titan stopped choking up. "What?" Justin asked softly. "Corpse caddys," Titan murmurred almost inaudibly. "Meat wagons..." "Vitals unchanged," the attending EMT reported, jotting them onto a clipboard. "Hang on," the driver warned as they rounded a curve then dropped down a fairly steep grade heading toward the heliport, situated on what had originally been a small island. Beyond that they could see the first stages of construction of an aircraft runway. "Too bad THAT'S not done," the second EMT nodded toward the jetty of rocks and boulders being built as a base for the mile-long runway. "Good, the chopper's running," Justin noted. "Use the loading port on the right side there," Titan directed. "My god, kid, how old are you anyway, givin' orders like..." the EMT driving complained. "Just shut the fuck up and do what he fuckin' TELLS you," Justin ordered with a good deal more authority than he possessed. "Just think of him as Dr. Doogie Houser." "I always like that show," the second EMT, smiled. "How come you keep puttin' your hand behind his neck?" "It's a long story," Justin told him as the unit came to a stop and two more EMTs ran out from the loading port. "Critical?" One white-coated paramedic asked. "Very," Titan told him before anyone else could answer. "B.P. 80/35, temperature 102.4, heart 42, breathing shallow and labored..." the EMT paused. "Balls...on ice." "Go back now and find that white-haired kid in the boat and question the fuckin' hell outta him," Titan ordered the driver. "We gotta know EXACTLY what happened...every single fuckin' detail." "Yes SIR, Dr. Houser," the driver popped to a military "attention" and saluted in amusement. "DO IT!" Justin screamed at him. The EMT was suddenly no longer amused. "Whoa...I can only take him and the two EMTs," the pilot warned, "that is if you wanna get there before tomorrow afternoon sometime." "You...climb in," Titan chose one of the EMTs at random then jumped into the chopper next to the stretcher where lay his best friend, brother, and lover, struggling for his life. "YOU HEARD HIM!" Justin yelled over the sound of the chopper. "MOVE!" Unnerved, the young EMT, climbed in next to Titan. Justin slammed the door. "GO....GO...GO, GO, GO!" He pounded on the metal door as the other scurried away from the prop wash from the blades. Slowly the chopper lifted off, then sped off. "You're Justin Bieber, aren't you," the remaining EMT, recognized the pop singer. "Is there another chopper here?" Justin quickly glanced around not seeing one. "You really Justin Bieber?" the EMT repeated, star-struck. Justin suddenly grabbed the nearly naked EMT and kissed him hard on the lips. "That answer your question? Now how about you answer mine?" "Uhhh...err..." the man looked at his watch. "There WILL be in about 25 minutes, the shuttle from here to Nassau." "Fuck Nassau," Justin swore as he broke into a dead run to a small door at the base of the control tower which he hoped led to stairs. "But it doesn't leave until tommorrow morning," the young EMT lamely called after his teen idol, knowing he'd not be heard. --------------------------- They were lucky. There was a tailwind, though not much of one. The chopper made it to Cox-Bristol, landing next to the pool in just over an hour. The tricky landing by the pool shaved a several minutes more from the trip to the E.R. "Titan! What the fuck happened?" Dr. Abrams met them as they began releasing the bindings on the stretcher holding it in place for the flight "His balls are fried," Titan gave a very layman's explanation. "Get Josh Delacourt down here, this fucker's HIS baby," Abrams shouted as the lifted Diamond's stretcher to a waiting gurney. "He's standing by upstairs," someone told them. "Wow, what IS this place," the EMT asked as he gaped around at all the naked Cox-Bristol research staff gaping at him. It wasn't every day a chopper landed by the pool. "He's barely breathing, heart racing..." Titan told them, maintaining contact with the tactile comport in the back of Diamond's neck as they rushed him inside toward an elevator to the third-floor surgical unit. "BP, 80/40, temp down to 101.9. He's holding on," The EMT reported, monitoring his patient as they moved onto the elevator. "He's on backup...has been for almost two hours," Titan told them. "That system's not designed for that long." "Orgasmic overload?" Abrams suggested without knowing the details. "What else?" Titan agreed. "Nothing else," Dr. Estes asserted as they left the elevator. "The kid on the boat who brought him in said they'd been fucking," Titan reported. "Musta been one hell of a romp to do that to his T.P.," Dr. Abrams agreed as they prepared to move Diamond from the gurney to the operating table. "My god, they're swollen double-size almost." "Get new cold packs, draw some blood, direct feed to the analyzer, I need instant feedback," Josh Delacourt ordered as he inspected the boy's genitals. "Get him hooked up to bio, eeg, I wanna know what's going on in the beautiful head of his too. "Fifty milligrams Streptine-4," Dr. Abrams order. "Adrenalin?" Estes questioned. "You sure?" "Not quite, kind of a substitute we've formulated especially for Adonises," Josh Delacourt explained. "We have to stabilize his heart, before you can open him up and get those fuckin' T.P.s out of there." "If one of them fuckers short circuits, we could have a fire." Abrams explained. "Great balls of fire!" Estes noted. "Not funny," Titan snarled as he looked over their shoulders, his own efforts done, but not his feelings of responsibility. "My god, look at the blood analysis!" Abram gasped. "That can't be right?" Estes agreed. "Shitttttt," Titan suddenly cried out as he linked into the computer feed from Diamond's brain. "What?" Josh eyed the boy "A FIFTEEN MINUTE ORGASM!" Titan exclaimed. "Ohhhh my GOD...only one thing could..." "Fuckin' EO-24!" Estes finished Dr. Abrams words. "Nope," Josh disagreed eyeing the hemoanalyzer data. "You sure?" Dr. Estes eyed his tech colleague suspiciously. "We've tested it on Adonises, they can handle it," Josh argued. "With testicular processors?" Abrams question, not having been involved in Cox pharmacology research. "The Peritonal level is too high for EO-24." Josh declared. "Waay too high!" "Red blood count?" Estes requested. "Normal...slightly elevated maybe, nothing we shouldn't expect under the circum..." Josh suddenly stopped in mid-word "What?" Abrams eyed him anxiously. "I'm getting a reading for...tetraexpolonatoxin, what the fuckin' hell is THAT?" Josh struggled to even pronounce the word. "Adonis blood poisoning," Estes translated. "Get someone from Pharm over here. Someone's got a hell of a lot of explaining to do. "Blood poisoning?" Abrams asked quizically, realizing he was out of his element. The EMT from Erotic Isle suddenly burst in with a note in his hand. "They just called from Erotic Isle. They questioned the boy who was with him. Someone gave them pills as they were leaving to go to a grotto." "EO-24," Estes insisted. "I thought those fuckers weren't suppose to leave this island." "Dream on," Josh rolled his eyes at Estes naivite. "Heart rate is improving," Estes noted. "Fresh coldpacks, keep them balls on ice," Josh cried. The improved heart rate only increased the danger they might ignite. "You ready to open him up?" Abrams asked Dr. Estes, the only surgeon on the island now that Dr. Warren was gone. "Not till I find out why the peritonal level is so high," Estes insisted. "What about the other kid, he okay?" Josh questioned the paramedic. "Apparently, no mention of any problems," the EMT reported. I can call and find out, the chopper's still out there, I think they still have Erotic on the line." "You do that...and get the fuck outta here, you're not sterile," Estes ordered. "Thank god for that," the EMT joked. "Wait!" "What?" the EMT paused. "You seen anything like this before?" Abrams questioned the man. "Not likely, we only have eight adonises on the whole island, well, six now that these two are..." the EMT noted. "GO! I want to know every detail that led up to this, understand?" the doctor ordered. "Nothing is too inconsequential." "He had an omelet for breakfast," Titan recalled. "Ham and cheese...I made it myself." "Okay, THAT'S too inconsequential," Abrams smiled at the boy he'd come to love and admire. "You rang?" Dr. McMasters from pharmacology waundered in as if he had all the time in the world. "We've got an adonis with fried TPs," Estes eyed him with disdain. "T.Ps? What the hell is...?" "Testicular Processors, we're gonna remove them as soon as..." Esten explained to the doctor from across the hall. "You can DO that?" McMasters marveled. "Man, I gotta get me a pair of them things." "Fifteen-minute orgasm..." Titan added. "No shit? Fifteen minutes?" McMasters looked at him in dismay. "Those TPs must be pretty..." "EO-24?" Dr. Abrams questioned impatiently. "I rather doubt it," McMasters smiled. "If it is, it's a new world record, usually five minutes tops...about all anyone can stand," McMasters told them. "He's an adonis, remember?" Estes reminded the man he hardly knew. "His peritonal is through the roof," Josh reported. "Really? Let me see that...readout..." McMasters' voice trailed out as he scanned the printout. "Well?" Estes waited expectantly as a stoney silence crept over the room, broken only be the beeps and whine of the digital hardware. "I can't believe this?" McMasters shook his head. "Can't believe what?" Josh asked, growing more and more impatient at the pharm researches disbelief. "Okay. This is highly confidential," the doctor began. "Josh is right, this isn't EO-24. We're testing them quite extensively now and...I wouldn't be at all surprised if some of them are...out there by now but..." "But what?" Estes demanded. "This looks like the 29th formulation...EO-29. They said outside this kid was flown in from Erotic?" Dr. McMasters questioned. "My, god, you're fuckin' around with Leminol?" Estes gasped, suddenly realizing for the first time why the Peritonal level was so high. McMasters took a deep breath, then nodded. "My guess is, after this though, not for long." "What the fuck is...is...what'd you call it?" Abrams asked angrily. "Leminol...a secretion from...Komodo Dragons, forgodsake," Estes shook his head in despair. "Just about the most powerful toxic component in the world." "Also the most powerful aphrodisiac in the world." McMasters added. "You have an antidote?" Josh asked, barely controling his anger. "Be right back," McMasters suddenly rushed from the room. "Hurry, he's not doin' too pretty good," Titan cried after him as he monitored Diamond's neural output data. "His balls, boys, his balls, new coldpacks," Josh cried again. "Otherwise, stand by with a fire extinguisher!"