Date: Sat, 4 Jan 2014 00:58:58 -0500 From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com> Subject: Erotic Isle: the Endless Orgasm Chapter 29 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-NINE It was just after six p.m. when the helicopter Justin Bieber had all but forcibly commandeer touched down on the Bristol Island landing strip. He was no more out than the chopper rose back into the air for the high-speed trip back to Erotic Isle so it could maintain its schedule, returning to Nassau the next morning. Scott Tinker was waiting on the tarmac with a golf cart. "Didn't expect you back quite so soon," Tink smiled as the Bieb slipped into the front seat beside him. "First time I've ever seen you without a hard on," he joked. "Not funny! You had any word on Diamond?" Justin snapped. "Fasten your seatbelt, I got this thing souped up. It'll do thirty now," Tink avoided the question. "Answer me," Bieber demanded sharply. "No," Tink snapped back. "Yes...he's in surgery," he changed his mind. Even though he personally liked Justin, he wasn't in the habit of being spoken to in that tone of voice. "Now cool your jets, young man, or the Cox Pharm guys over there will toss you out on your ear, you go in there all cocky like you own the fuckin' place." "I DO own the fuckin' place...well...two percent of it anyway," Justin insisted with a wry smile, calming himself a little. "Thank me," Tink told him. "For what?" "I was able to wheedle a level five clearence from our friend Mr. Hanson so you can go up to the trauma unit and wait for Diamond to come out of surgery," Tink informed him. "Sorry," Justin sighed. "I'm just stressed all to fuckin' hell." "Don't be," Tink advised. "I mean...I love Diamond too...both your boys, but...he's in good hands. Dr. Estes is good. Abrams is even better. And Josh..." "Josh?" "He's no doctor but I'd put more faith in him that either one of the other two," Tink told the young pop star. "Hanson told me he single-handedly saved the whole Peter Pan Project." "Really?" Justin looked at Tink wide-eyed. "Hanson talks too much," Tink smiled. "The boy who was with him said someone gave them some pills," Justin reported. "What kind of pills?" Tink asked. This was news to him. "Apparently some kind of sexual stimulant," Justin replied. "They were apparently having one hell of an orgasm together when Diamond suddenly blacked out. "EO-24," Tink sighed, shaking his head. "Those fuckers are..." "What?" "I don't know whether to call them wonderful or...dangerous," Tink admitted. "You've tried them?" Justin inquired. "WE...did...Toy and I, but only once," Tink confessed, "never again." "You said they were...wonderful..." Justin reminded him. "Oh, they're wonderful alright...so wonderful they're dangerous," Tink continued, "especially for kids." "Like Diamond?" Justin probed. "Well, actually, no, Adonises have tested out pretty well with them. It's the little tykes, ten, eleven, twelve...the pre-pubes we have to watch." "What is this...EO-24?" Justin asked as they pulled to a stop before the Cox-Bristol Research Center just as the brightly lit letters of it's sign blinked to life. "I'd tell you but then I'd have to KILL you," Tink joked as they both jumped from the cart. "You going up too?" Justin asked in surprise. "I wheedled a level-five for myself, too," Tink winked, smiling. He hung Justin's clearence badge dangling from a gold chain around Justin's neck. "Geesh, 24-K gold?" Justin was impressed. "Don't rub it too hard," Tink smiled, "...they make them upstairs in the lab, so..." Five minutes later they were through security and being ushered into a waiting area in the hall outside the surgery suite on the fourth floor. "You can wait here," the guard told them, having inspected both their security badges carefully. This was no "robocop" reject from across the lagoon. This thug didn't need a uniform to impress the hell out of both Tink and the Bieb. His massive, hard cock arched up a good twelve inches and was thick as Justin's wrist. "Where'd they find HIM, the WWF?" Justin stared after the man in dismay. "One of Hanson's wharf rats from Nassau," Tink told him. "Cox International beefed up security here after you left like they were expecting a Marine landing." "Geesh...." Justin rolled his eyes. "There's about twenty more just like him roaming the island now on Segways," Tink smiled. "The kids are scared like hell of'em. "With good reason?" Justin asked. "I think they're all straight," Tink smiled. "At least I HOPE so...they're all about the same size as...BRUTUS." "Brutus? That's his name?" Justin laughed, it seemed so appropriate. "I just made that up," Tink smiled wryly. "I don't suggest you call him that." Suddenly a member of the surgical team burst through the double doors, almost running down the hall. "Who was that?" Justin asked. Tink shrugged. "Search me...I don't know HALF the staff that works here." "This don't look good," Justin once more slipped into his stressed-out, worry mode. A moment later the same man came running back bearing a small, white packet. "You notice he's in a hurry," Tink pointed out. "So?" "That means the patient is still alive," Tink deduced. "I was an orderly once, while I was in college. It's when they slow down you know it's over." "Heyyyyy, Tink, Bieb...imagine finding you two here," Hanson, the research center's new acting director, suddenly rounded the corner spying them waiting. "You know anything we don't" Tink asked anxiously. "Probably not," Hanson laughed. "You kidding, this place leaks like a pregnant mother-to-be." "No word from...in there?" Justin was more succinct. "Not recently," Hanson suddenly turned serious. "Most of what we know came from your end. Apparently they were given some...performance enhancing...drugs." "EO-24s," Tink guessed. "Mmmm...I doubt it..." Hanson shook his head, sitting down across from them. "Really?" Tink asked in surprise. "This is just conjecture on my part but," Hanson prefaced his words. "Tink, you and I both know Adonises can handle EO-24s." "Well...yeah...I wondered about that," Tink admitted. "Whatever Diamond got into...literally fried his testicular processors," Hanson reported. "I think that's what they're working on in there now. I'm no doctor, and believe me, those guys in there, they KNOW it...they're still pissed at what Nassau did to Mike." "Testicular what?" Justin's eyes grew wider. "Diamond's Level-three mind was having trouble handling orgasmic activity, so they transferred that function to a couple walnut-sized micro-processors located in his scrotum," Tink filled Justin in, somewhat surprised he wasn't more aware of the details of the scientific being he now possessed. "You didn't know that?" Hanson, too, was surprised at Justin's ignorance. Justin shook his head. "Well, I guess that means they were working normally up until this afternoon." The double doors opened. Josh Delacourt came out. "Whoa...Justin Bieber...here? You kidding me? And with a Level-five clearance? I musta died and gone to..." "How's the kid?" Tink interrupted. "Sedated...out of danger for now," Josh reported in his best physician imitation. "You replace his...whatchamacallits...his balls?" Justin asked. Josh shook his head. "We removed them but..." "But what?" Tink pressed him. "In a nutshell, no pun intended, we no longer have the brains or the hands to do more that," Josh sighed, exhaling tiredly. "Whadya mean?" Tink questioned him. "I mean...your friend Dr. Michael C. Warren, that's what I mean," Josh glared at Justin intently. "Now if you'll excuse me..." He stormed off. "He acts like I fired Mike." Justin recoiled. "He's just...stressed...you know all about that, right?" Tink reminded him. "You're NOT entirely blameless, though. You know THAT, too, right?" "Me?" "I know you didn't intend to, but you found a chink in the man's armor and you exploited the hell out of it," Tink reminded Justin. "But...but he..." "I know, doc wasn't exactly in top form but..." Tink shook his head. "Never mind, it's not important now." "Give me your cell," Justin suddenly snapped, looking first at Tink, then Hanson. "Oh, like...do you see a cell phone on me?" Hanson suppresed a laugh. Justin obviously wasn't used to being naked 24-7. "Who you gonna call?" "Brutus! He had a cell," Justin suddenly jumped to his feet and hurried off down the hall toward the security station. "Brutus?" Hanson stared at Tink blankly "BRUTUS?!" Tink cried in disbelief staring after him. Then, leaving Hanson waiting in the hall, Tink hurried off in pursuit, halfway expecting to find little more than a puddle on the floor near where Brutus hung out. "You heard me, get me Jim Loin," Justin Bieber barked into the guard's cell phone. "What the fuck are you doing?" Tink questioned in amazement. "That's right, Justin Bieber," the rock star repeated his name to the phone, apparently for a second time. "I can never decide if you're fuckin' brave or just fuckin' STUPID," Tink shook his head, suppressing a smile. "I don't give a fuckin' damn if he's in TWELVE meetings at the moment, tell the fat fucker I wanna talk to him." "Justin, for godsakes," Tink no longer could suppress a laugh. "Okay, okay, so, he's no longer fat," Justin repeated the conversation for Tink's benefit. "Fifty-four pounds? Yes ma'am, that IS impressive." "Justin, you're embarrassing me," Tink warned. "Listen, ma'am, I don't mean to be rude, but..." Justin quieted somewhat, listening intently. "Dammit, lady, I don't wanna FUCK the man, I just wanna TALK to him." ------------------- "There goes your chopper," Bunny noted for Marco's benifit as she slipped nakedly into the spa beside him. "I feel like shit," Marco sighed, jolted as he felt Bunny's hand close around his limp cock. "Don't do that." "I think you need a good, hard, explosive orgasm," Bunny diagnosed Marco's depression. "I sucked a kid's cock last night..." Marco moaned in agony as Bunny nonetheless continued stroking him. "A little boy barely half my age." "So...happens all the time," Bunny kissed him on the cheek. "No to ME it don't," Marco complained. "The fact I don't remember one second of it makes no difference. Everyone saw me...took pictures even of me being...gay..." he sobbed, his voice trailing off. "I'll erase them from the Iphone," Bunny promised. "Anyway, you were drunk...people do stuff when they're...' "Like father like son?" Marco winced as he felt his sore cock getting harder and harder. He'd done WAAAy too much fucking the past few days. "I didn't say that," Bunny told him. "You didn't have to," Marco insisted. "Face it...I'm queer." Bunny laughed. "Yeah, right. You're about as UNqueer as anyone of the island." "But...I..." Marco started to argue, then grew silent, wishing he could believe her. "Marco, suckin' some kid's cock when you're stone drunk does NOT make you queer," Bunny insisted. "It just means you were horny...your hormones...you and Silly...you shared your cum together and..." "You're about to make me vomit," Marco reacted. "The thought of taking a cock in my mouth...even a kid as cute and sexy as Silly..." "What? Just because he also happens to PISS through it too?" Bunny argued as she began jacking Marco's cock a little faster. "Stop it!" Marco reacted angrily. "Suckin' a cock is...disgusting but...swallowing another guy's...cum..." "I've swallowed YOUR cum, that didn't seem to bother you," Bunny interjected. "You're a girl," Marco argued illogically. "Would you lick my pussy?" She asked suddenly. Marco was silent. "Well?" "No...not without another bottle of Chateau de Rothschild," Marco joked, though in fact, he doubted he could bring himself to do what she suggested while sober. "Okay, maybe," he finally relented. "Maybe?" "Probably?" Marco realized suddenly he was on thin ice. "Do it then," Bunny suddenly released his cock and hopped up on the edge of the spa, spreading her legs, leaning back on her elbows. "Do what?" Marco reacted, knowing perfectly well what she wanted. "EAT ME!" Bunny cried, her voice tinged with anger. "NOW, queer boy, prove you're not gay like everyone thinks." "But...you just said..." Marco looked at her pleadingly, then down at her gaping cunt. "Suck me off, like you did Silly last night," Bunny ordered. "I'd rather FUCK you," Marco smiled down at her as he rose from the water to his knees on the seat between her outspread legs. "Later, right now...get me ready...make me moan and groan and cry out in naked sexual pleasure as you..." Marco lowered his face to her cunt, teasing it with his nose, looking up at his girlfriend hopefully. "You were a good deal more enthusiastic last night when you sucked down on Silly's hot little boy-cock," Bunny taunted him. "Like you said, I was drunk," Marco made excuses as he nonetheless extended his tongue and licked the lips of her cunt a time or two. "Better," Bunny offered him faint praise. "Suck my clit." "You're what?" Marco desplayed his ignorance of the female anatomy. "That little bud...like a little cock...suck it, tease it, make it feel good," Bunny instructed. "I've never done anything like this before," Marco admitted the obvious. Bunny laughed. "NO SHIT!" Timidly, Marco extended his tongue once more and found Bunny's clitoris, delicately sucking it for a few seconds. "Go on...make me cum," Bunny told him. "You're not gonna shoot cum outta that...your...clit, are you?" Marco worried. Once more Bunny laughed at him. "Forgodsakes, Marco, I'm not a boy," she laughed again. "But I can't promise things won't get a little...juicy...down there." Marco reached up, probing with his fingers. "Use your fuckin' TONGUE," Bunny insisted. "Remember, we're trying to prove you're not gay." Marco took a deep breath, then plunged in, prepared to be repulsed. There was no taste to speak of, no smell either, other than a faint odor or chlorine from the spa. "OoOOoOoooooooooOOOo aahhahhhh yeahhhhhhh...aooahahhhahah yeah, baby, yeahhhhhh, yeah, yeah, do it, do it, keep doin' it, keep doin' that to me, aahahhhhh fucccckkkk...yeah, yeah, you're gettin' the knack....ahahhahhhahhhh fuuuuccccckkkkk," Bunny gasped, crying out in aching sexual pleasure. "You like that?" Marco smiled up at her, his face wet. "I'd like it better if you'd keep doin' it," Bunny smiled down at him. "Would you now?" Marco returned to the task of giving her sexual pleasure in a manner he'd never dreamed he could. "Oh yeah...ohhhhhh yeahhhh...ohhhhh fuckin' yeahhhhhhh....ahghaoeirhoaihg god, yeahhh, yeah, yeah, ahahhieiaiierhhoh fucccckkkkkkkkk..." Bunny cried out sexually once more. "You have an orgasm?" Marco looked up from her cunt hopefully?" Bunny laughed out loud. "Listen, stud, when I have an orgasm, believe me, you ain't gonna have to ASK! Now get back to work." Marco sighed. "Right." He went back to sucking her clit, then circumnavigating her entire cunt, knowing that he'd not be free from the onerous task until he made her "cum." "Oh, yeah, yeah, do it to me, baby, do it to me, do it to me, keep doin' it to me, ahghhahaeh yeah, yeah, eat me, Marco, eat my cunt, cum on...cum on...cum on keep...aghhahehrhoaoiehroaih fuck, keep doin it to me like that, ohhahhah yeah, you know what I like, aogheoaiheroi yeah, yeah, drivin' me bumfuck...aghaoeirhoah god, feels soooo good, Marco, keep suckin' my clit, feels sooo....like suckin' Silly...suck me, suck me, suck my cunt, aogiheoaihe god, yes, yes,...oahhahhahh fucck... Marco...Marco...do it....do it, oahhhhh fuck, I want you...I want you in me...put it in me, I want you in me, your cock, fuck me, fuck it into me, fuck it into me, yeah, put it in my cunt, fuck my cunt, slide it in me...yeah...yeah...oh yeah, yeah, that's nice, ahgaoiehroia fuck, aogheoaihero fucck, I want you to fuck me, fuck me now, fuck me, fuck me, hard and fast, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me now, do it, put it in me...hurry...hurry, make me cum, fuck me and make me...ahghaoiehr god, yeahhh...yeahhhh, aogheaoieorh fuck yeah, deeper, deeper, harder, faster, deeper, oehahhehrhh yeah, oehahoeoirhoih fuccck...oaohgoeiha god, Marco, your cock, your cock, your cock...!!" "Hooooooo fucccckkkk...fuckin' you....fuckin' your cunt, feelin' good, aghoaiehroih god, feels good, fuckin' your cunt, ahgoeaiheorh yeah, yeah, ghoaiheorh fuck, I'm not gonna last long, ahgoeaiheor fuck, feeling better and better and..." Marco struggled to prolong the act, realizing he couldn't stand much more of the intense, surging pleasure he could feel building up in his pounding groin. "Do it, don't hold back, cum in me, shoot your cum in me, Marco, give it to me, give it to me, I want your cum, I want your cum in me, make me pregnant! I wanna have a baby with you. I wanna be your wife, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, harder, faster, goiaheorihao god, I'm gonna...I'm onna...AIAIIEIIAIOEIROHAOHIGHOEIHAEORIH....IEAIHEHOROIAHOEIHORIHOI...IAHHIEIRIHGHEHHHHH FUUUCCCCKKK...HARDER, HARDER, FUCK ME HARDER!!! GHOAIEHROAIHE...OOEIAHOIHERO FUCCCKKKK...GOIOAHOEIRHOH GOD, FUUUUCCKKK... FUCKKKKKKK...FUCKKKKKKKKK MEEEEEE...FUCCCKKKKK MEEEEEEEEEE!!!" "OUUURNNGGHHHHHHH...UANNGNANGHHHAHH...UUUANANNGMMMGHHHGHH...!!" Marco grunted with every powerful ejaculation of his teenaged sperm deep into her cunt. "GHAOEIHROIAHO FUCKKKKKK...GHOAIEHROIEH SHIT, FEELS GOOD, SHOOTIN' MY CUUUUUUMMMM... GHAOIERHOIAHEOIR GOD, YES, YES, GHOAIHEORIHAOEHR FUCK...HGOAIEHROIH SHIT, FEELS GOOD, FEELS GOOD, GHAOIEHROIHA GOD, BUNNY, I LOVE SHOOTIIN' MY CUM INTO YOU LIKE THIS, LOVE FUCKIN' YOU, LOVE FUCKIN' YOUR CUNT...LOVE SUCKIN' YOUR CUNT, LOVE MAKIN' YOU FEEL GOOD, AGAOEIHAOEHRF GOD, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUuuuuuu!!" "aioaoeooHHHAHEOIRFHAOIEHR FFUUUUUCCCKKK...KEEP FUCKIN' ME, DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP, STILL CUMMIN', HGOIAHOERIH GOD, ONE HELL OF A FUCKIN' ORGASM, MARCO...BETTER THAN EVER BEFORE...FEELIN' YOUR COCK, GHAOEIRHAO GOD, SOOO DEEP, SOOO HARD, GHAOEIRH FUCK, DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP, HARDER, FASTER, HARDER, FASTER....AGOAIHOERIHOIH...AGBOAEIHAHHEHRHHEIAIEIHGHHHHHH, KEEP FUCKIN' ME, KEEP FUCKIN' ME, KEEP FUCKIN' MEEEEEEEEE!!!" Out of the corner of his eye Marco saw Silly, feet planted far apart, arms crossed, staring down at them. His hard young boy-cock arched up and out from his thin, hairless groin. Silly smiled seductively and winked. "When you're done with her, cocksucker, I'm next."