Date: Tue, 20 Aug 2013 17:37:57 -0400 From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com> Subject: Erotic Isle: The Endless Orgasm Chapter 4 In trying to avoid the most common plot scenarios featured on Nifty, this story continues the saga which began with "Ecstasy Island,"continued with "The Working Boys," 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 "Ecstasy Island" and "The Working Boys," "Ecstasy Renewed" (all found under Bisexual Adult/Youth), "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 FOUR "He's here," Titan Adonis told his friend, Diamond, as the two boys peered out the window of Mike Warren's palatial fourth-floor office in the Cox-Bristol Research Center. "Can you see him?" Diamond asked, clinging to the slender, naked body of the formulated teenager he loved. "I can see the Limo...they're getting out...damned trees..." Titan complained. There were too many people and too many naked little boys to get much of a glimpse of their pop idol. "I didn't think he'd come," Diamond confessed. "And I'd have been surprised if he hadn't," Titan said confidently. "After the letter we sent him with all the hot pictures of us naked and making love..." "You think he'll want to marry us?" Diamond asked hopefully as they let the window drape fall back into place now that the Bieb was inside. "Marry us? You proposing marriage?" Titan teased, kissing the boy he loved lightly on the lips. "No...I mean us two...marrying HIM?" Diamond giggled boyishly, knowing when his friend was making fun of him. Though Diamond was technically a few months older, Titan had been formulated in such a way as to appear about fourteen, a year or two older than Diamond. Though Diamond was approximatedly 18 months old, Titan was little more than a year out of the lab. However, with a cutting edge Level-IV mind, he was far more intelligent than Diamond's Level-III version. Thus he assumed the role of big brother...or older lover...as the case might be. "I guess you might call it that, but that guy's money. I just figured he'd make Dr. Mike an offer for us even Cox Pharm couldn't refuse," Titan suggested. "You mean BUY us? He'll probably want just YOU," Diamond worried, clinging to the boy he loved nervously. "Who cares what he WANTS," Titan sought to reassure Diamond, now kissing him well beyond that of a big brother. "I'm yours, you're mine, we come joined at the hips...or the rectum, as the case might be," Titan joked. "If he wants my brilliant mind and hot, horny, gorgeous naked body, he'll have to take YOU too." "Buy one, get one free?" Diamond suggested. "Maybe he likes younger boys. Maybe he'd prefer ME." "Would you..."MARRY"...him without me?" Titan asked between kisses. "Probably, but you could be the best man," Diamond released his teenaged love interest. "Thanks," Titan reacted lightly. "Thanks a lot. I declare my undying love and you relegate ME to a minor roll in the wedding party." "You rather be a bridesmaid?" Diamond eyed the incredible naked beauty of his sexual counterpart. "You think we might just accidentally wonder over?" Titan returned to the window, peering out as the hot pink stretch limo slowly disappeared up the narrow cart path like an oversized Sherman Tank on the roll across a battlefield. "If we could come up with a good excuse," Diamond smiled impishly up at the slightly taller Adonis. "We're running low on cum and need a refill?" Titan suggested in jest. The likelihood of that happending was impossible, of course, which made the whole thing funny, though neither boy mustered more than a wistful smile. "I can't think of anything," Diamond sighed sadly. "You're the boy genius around here..." "I wish you'd quit callin' me that," Titan returned his attention to his "little brother." "I'm hard," Diamond told his "boy genius." "I hadn't noticed," Titan lied. Diamond's hard, throbbing, seven-inch boy-cock had hardly escaped his noticed all afternoon as Dr. Abrams had kept the two of them busy analyzing and recording feedback from a troublesome Adonis about to be shipped out to Ecstasy the following day. They'd nicknamed him "Houston," as in "Houston, we have a problem." "Like hell..." Diamond sighed as he pulled Titan back into his embraced and forcefully ground their hard, throbbing, boy-cocks together in aching sexual pleasure. "You remember the tissy Abrams threw the last time he caught us shootin' cum at each other?" Titan recalled, playfully kissing the naked boy in his arms. "No more sex on the job or he'd electronically NEUTER both of us..." Diamond recalled all too well. "You think he'd actually DO it?" "Who cares? Makin' you shoot your cum would be WORTH it," Titan declared as he forced Diamond cute little butt back against the edge of Mike Warren's desk, starting to fuck their cocks hard against one another. "Besides, I can do a "work-around" anything that fuckin' asshole can program." "Not if he puts Josh Delacourt on your case," Diamond countered. "He knows a work-around when he sees one and he'd spot yours like..." "Shut up and fuck me," Titan grunted, silencing Diamond's challenge with a deep, seemingly endless kiss. "This desk is gonna leave a permanent crease clear across my ass," Diamond gasp, breaking the kiss, "that's gonna be damned fuckin' hard to explain." He pushed Titan away away as the two of them settled to the softly padded carpet below. "Explain THIS," Titan laughed as he launched a series of rapid-fire pelvic thrusts of his rock-hard formulated cock hard against the slightly smaller version sported by Diamond. Except for their minds, both boys were completely human although their DNA had been tweeked to enhance their cocks and their exceptionally attractive faces. Both boys could easily be said to fall into the "adorable" to "drop dead gorgeous" category of adolescent sexual beauty. They'd also been formulated to age more slowly than ordinary boys so that they'd appear to be in their early teens for about twice as long as normal. "Let me guess, you're horny," Diamon gasped as his cock sent jolts of incredible sexual pleasure to his digital mind. "Feel good?" Titan questioned. "Orgasmic," Diamond reported. "Let's HOPE not, I ain't NEAR ready to shoot," Titan informed him. "Fuck me, man, fuck that big Diamond hard cock at me and let's generate some friction here." "You want friction, I'l give you FRICTION!" Diamond cried as he matched his "big brother" stroke for stroke, mashing and smashing their heaving, thrusting, pulsating young cocks together in a masterful gyration of sexual choreography as precise as it was pleasurable for them both. "Ohhhhhh god, you're good, ahghahhhahhah fuck, I been waiting all day to feel this good, aoghhahhehhah fuck...FUCCCCKKKKK... AOGBHEHAHEHHRHH GOD, you're makin' my cock feel good!" "Fuck me, Titan, fuck my cock, fuck my cock, fuck our cocks together, man, do it to me, do it to me, let's have an orgasm to end all orgasms together," Diamond gasped as they two of them fucked furiously there on their boss's soft, off-white carpeting. "Ohhhh, yesssss, fuck yessssssss...aooghheahherhh god, yeahhhh...yeahhhh....feelin' it, oahhahh yeah, makin' me feel it, man, hghoaeihoiahoeih Titan, Titan, Titan, pound that titanic cock at me, make me feel it, make me reaally fuckin' feel, it, aogohehhahh god, ohahhahahh fuccccckkkk, Titan, I can't hold back, I can't hold it much longer, man, do it, man, shoot your cum with me, ohhhhh fuck, I'm gettin' close. You're gettin' me closssseee....sooooo close...." "I'm gettin' there babe," Titan cried, "I'm gettin' there, ghahehahehh god, you're so beautiful when we fuck, aogheoaieh, god, your face, soooo beautiful, feeling the feeling, feeling the pleasure getting stronger, stronger, stronger, ohhhh god, Diamond, I'm gonna do it, I'm gonna fuckin' DOOOOOO it, hhhhhahahhhh fuckk, get ready, get ready, orgasm with me, man, orgasm with me orgasm with me, I'm...I'm AHHHAHEHAIEIRHAHOEHHAHHHHHHOIOIEHAHHAH FUCCCCCKKKKKKKIK, AOGHHEHAHREH GOD, AOOGEHHAHEHR YES, YES, YES, DIAMOND, CUMMIN', CUMMIN' SHOOTIN' IT, SHOOTIN' MY CUM, BABE, DO IT, DO IT, CUM WITH ME, MAN CUM WITH ME, CUM WITH ME, SHOOT YOUR CUM WITH MEEEEEEEE!!!" "AAEIRHEHHRHHGHGHHAHGH...UNNGNNGNGHHASHHAHH...IIAHEHHGHHAHHGHGHHH...AEHEURHGHGGYHAYHYYYY!" Diamond grunted his first of several gigantic, ejaculating blasts of white hot boy-cum. "AAHEHIEIRHHHH FUCCCCCKKKKK...FUCCCCCCCCKKK...AHGHEHAHH FUCK, FEELS GOOD, FEELS GOOD, AHGHEHAHEHH GOD, MY NEW BALLS ARE REALLY FUCKIN' GREAT, MAN, FEELS SOOO GOOD, BETTER THAN BEFORE, AGHHAHHEHAHEHH MAN, OHAHHAHHH FUCK, YEAH, YEAH, TITAN, FUCK ME, TITAN, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK MY COCK, MAN, KEEP MAKIN' US CUM, MAN, GHAHEHHAHEH FUCK, YEAH, KEEP MAKIN' US CUM...CUM AND CUM AND CUM AND CUM..." "RIGHT WITH YA, MAN, AHGHEHAHEHH YEAH, FUCKIN' YOU, MAN, FUCKIN' YOU, FUCKIN' YOU HARD, MAN, AHHAHHAHH FUCK, YEAH, YEAH, FEELS SOOOOOO FUCKIN' GOOOOOD," Titan cried out the aching, sexual ecstasy his cock was giving him. "Ohhhhh FUCCCCKKK, YOU'RE FLOODIN' THE PLACE, SHOOTIN' YOUR CUM, SHOOTIN' YOUR CUM, SHOOTIN' SOOOOO MUCH CUM, MAN, OHAHAHH GOD, YEAH, BOTH OF US, SHOOTIN' SOOO LONG, SOOOO GOOD, SOOOOOOOOO HARD...AHEHAHEIIEHAHEHHHHHhhhhhhhhhh!!!" "WHEW...OHHHHH Mannnnnnn, that was...hooooo fuccccckkkk..." Diamond gasped out his lingering sexual pleasure as his orgasm gradually ebbed. "I'm gonna have to write Doc Warren a thank you note for my new balls, man...whewwwww!" "I think you already did that, months ago," Titan smiled down at the boy he loved even as his own cock continued to seep his cum all over Diamond's slender, boyish nakedness. "There for a while you were calling him every other day to thank him...every time we fucked, in fact." "Not EVERY time..." Diamond insisted. "MOST every time," Titan relented, "till he finally told you to knock it off. You were even sending him love-letter e-mails." "Just copies of the ones I was sending you," Diamond recalled. "All I did was change your name to his." "We better go hop in Doc's shower," Titan suggested, rolling from atop Diamond's naked young boy-body then getting to his feet. He helped Diamond up from the floor and into his arms, kissing him passionately, gluing their naked bodies together with their cum. "Cool, we can jack each other off in the shower," Diamond suggested brightly. "How much more cum ya got?" Titan asked. "Enough for about three and a half more orgasms like that," Diamond reported. He wasn't joking. Since the sugeons at Cox Pharm had removed his human testicles and replaced them with two remote pleasure processors, his semon production (no sperm) had doubled then redoubled in the past year. Even Titan had trouble matching the boy's prodigeous sexual needs. Titan had been genetically enhanced from "birth" to heighten his sexual stamina, but not to the extent Diamond could boast, an unintended side effect of his surgery. The boost in his pleasure processing capabilities, to everyone's surprise, had also stimulated his prostate, which had apparently risen to the task of supplanting Diamond's missing sperm with greater than expected semon production. As a result, Diamond's orgasms tended to be quite frequent and VERY wet. Titan smiled, draping his arm around his boyfriend's shoulders as they headed for Mike Warren's private suite next to his office. "Let's do it..." ---------------------------- "Wanna go to an orgy?" Tink asked his wife as he came up behind her, putting his arms around her tiny waist, greeted her with a very naked kiss as she was directing several of the older boys in fixing dinner. "You kidding? Where? When?" Toy reacted, twisting around, turning her attention from her would-be Iron Chefs to her horny husband. "Don't eat dinner, Doc's throwing a luau bash over at his place for..." Tink began. "Justin Bieber...we're gonna orgy with Justin Bieber?" Toy cried in surprised delight, having already heard rumors of the teen idol's coming to the island. "JUSTIN BIEBER!" The naked, young boy-chefs cried in unison, having overheard. "Don't cum in the soup," Tink told them. "By the way, Diamond and Titan around?" "Haven't seen them all day," Toy replied in thinking back. "I think the brains over at Cox-Bristol have them locked into something. Working on the 'Houston' problem, I think." "How's the kid doin'?" Tink inquired. "On the surface okay...vitals normal, orgasms normal, semon normal...just seems depressed...moody, detached..." Toy reported. "Get back to work, boys, the Bieb is unlikely to show his face, or any other part of his naked anatomy, here." "I wouldn't be too sure," Tink softly told his wife. "Oh?" "He asked about Diamond and Titan," Tink explained. "My guess is he knows far more about Peter Pan than the part about how he can fly." "How'd doc react?" Toy asked anxiously. "Well, he kind of got this funny look on his face," Tink smiled in recalling. "He stopped short of a bowel movement but may have farted a couple times." "Don't tell me, Cox-Bristol leaks?" Toy laughed as she freed herself from her husband's naked embrace. "If it didn't it'd be the ONLY entity with the name COX attached to it that DIDN'T," Tink said knowingly. "It's been over a year now, I'm more surprised Peter Pan hasn't flown the coop before this." "So, we're gonna go eat poi and fuck the Bieb?" Toy smiled, looking forward to the man/boy's eight inch cock inside her cunt. "What about Ronon and Kevin, they're invited too?" Tink inquired. "You serious?" Toy asked wide-eyed. "This should be a fun night..." "Bieber's idea, not Doc's, let me assure you," Tink smiled in wry amusement. "Ronon's working with...'Houston'; has been all afternoon. He doesn't realize it, but he's the human interface with Cox-Bristol," Toy told her husband. "Kevin has been giving remedial fucking lessons...Cliffside dorm, I think." "Okay, I'll go look in on Kevin. If Ronon comes up for air, tell him I wanna see him," Tink said as he headed for the door and the path leading to Cliffside. As Tink entered the spacious, strikingly modern living, sleeping, and fucking facility just behind the "farm house", he could hear the group of sexually charged young boys in their moaning, groaning, sexual pleasure long before he made his way to the open sleeping area with its row after row of massive super-king beds. Tink blinked when he saw them. It was a BIG group. There were too many naked young boys to count but he could see at least a dozen beds fully engulfed in heaving, thrusting, pounding, pulsating sexual activity, giving rise to the pleasure din he'd first heard as he came in. "Wanna join in the fun?" Kevin greeted Tink as the man surveyed the adolsescent orgy before him. "These guys are ALL on the remedial list?" Tink asked in dismay. "Oh, no...hell no, but when the class started, almost two hours ago, it looked like so much fun the others just joined in," Kevin explained. "We started with six or eight. Now...let me see...one, two, three..." "Don't bother," Tink sighed. "How many times you cum today?" "Hell, I don't know," Kevin laughed. "You sound like Ronon, he's always askin' me that. Probably six, eight, ten maybe." "How's your balls?" Tink eyed the twelve-year-old's arroused genitalia. "Well, the cock's hard, but the balls are a bit drained, especially after the other night with your little pharmaceutical experiment." Kevin recalled. "Guess who coming to dinner?" Tink grinned. "The president and CEO of Cox International?" Kevin guessed michievously. "No, but close," Tink smiled, "Justin Bieber." "Justin Bieber's on the island? He's coming here?" Kevin reacted wildly. "Shhhhhhh, you wanna start a riot, end a perfectly good...remedial fucking class?" Tink warned, glancing about, recalling the scene across the way in the kitchen. "Actually, he's not coming here, we're going there...Doc Warren is entertaining him tonight and you and Ronon are invited." "Whoaaaa...you're SHITTIN' me...Doc Warren has invited US to come fuck with him and his illustrious houseguest?" Kevin reacted in disbelief. "Well, sort of," Tink recalled, grinning impisly. "Actually it was the Bieb who requested your presence and...well, Doc ain't about to deny anything his guest of honor wants in the way of sexual entertainment." "Ronon's gonna faint dead away," Kevin laughed. "Speaking of Ronon..." Tink began. "Next door...down by the pool, I think, with his newest problem child," Kevin read his boss's thoughts. "Right...thanks," Tink smiled. "Err...how long you gonna let this thing go on?" "Till they get too hungry to fuck," Kevin smiled, eyeing the orgy he was "supervising." "Should be at least another hour. What time is this shindig tonight?" "Seven," Tink told him in leaving. "Doc's sending a limo. The Bieb wants to meet Diamond and Titan too." It was nearing six as Tink rounded a corner and spotted Ronon and "Houston" in deep conversation at an umbrella-shaded table by the pool. He was reluctant to intrude, though things seemed to be going well. The boy was no longer crying as he had been that morning. "Hi. How's it goin?" "Tink, this is Alexi," Ronon introduced the slender, very attracive boy who appeared to be about fourteen. "Hi, Alexi, how's things going," Tink asked nervously as he turned a chair backwards and straddled it, resting his arms on the back. Tink guessed he was an Adonis. "Okay," the boy replied softly, eyeing Tink cautiously. "Don't be nervous, Tink's a friend of mine...he's my BOSS, actually," Ronon sought to gently aclimate the boy to the man he'd apparenly not met or even seen before. "Why don't you two take a break? I need to talk to Ronon," Tink told the two. "Toy has dinner almost ready. You go now, you can be first in line." "Good idea," Ronon agreed. "We've done about as much as we can for one day." Smiling slightly, Alexi got up and extended his hand to Tink. "Nice to meet you sir...Ronon's boss. You have a really big cock." "Thanks, yours is quite impressive, too," Tink graciously returned the compliment as Alexi turned and headed for the steps leading back to the main level, cantilevered out over their heads high above. "See you again tomorrow after breakfast," Ronon called after the boy. "Well, how goes it?" Tink asked once the boy was out of earshot. Ronon shrugged. "Okay, I guess. I don't think we have to worry about him jumping off the balcony anymore. I think I've drummed into his head the finality of death, but...by the same token, he's not gonna be headed for Ecstasy any time soon...if ever." "That bad?" Tink reacted in dismay. Ronon nodded. "Man, doesn't Cox Pharm have any psyche guys over there, I'm in WAY over my head here, and believe me, I know it," Ronon complained. "I mean, yeah, I've dealt with some pretty screwed up pleasure boys back on Ecstasy, but this kid is...I think they call it manic depressive..." "Hey, pretty good for a 'pop psychologist'," Tink laughed. "And despite your lack of a PhD, I think your diagnosis is spot on..." "What I can't figure out is why they think I'M going to be able to help him," Ronon worried. "Well, you have, you said..." Tink began. "He'll still be under a suicide watch," Ronon insisted. "I'm not going out on a limb relying on my meager counseling expertise." "Have one of the older boys keep an eye on him," Tink told Ronon. "We're all going partying tonight." "Partying?" Ronon repeated tiredly. It had been a long, emotionally draining day. Even given the fact that "partying" on Bristol Island invariably meant orgying, he was less than enthusiastic. "How many orgasms you had today?" Tink questioned. "None, you think I'm gonna FUCK this kid back into his right mind?" Ronon reacted. "Good, you need some time out," Tink smiled. "Guest what? An old friend of ours has invited us over for a luau." "Where?" Ronon brightened a bit. "Over at Doc Warren's place," Tink told him. "What?!!" Ronon laughed. "Hmph...some 'old friend'. I'm not sure I want to party with him any more than he'd want to party with ME." "You, Kevin, Toy, myself, and...you're not going to believe this..." "You're right, I don't believe a word of it," Ronon sneered. "His house guest...the guest of honor, is Justin Bieber," Tink dropped his bomb load. "Justin?" Ronon suddenly smiled broadly for the first time. "Here?" "He's the old friend I mentioned," Tink told him, enjoying Ronon's reaction. "So Justin invited us over to Doc Warrens?" Ronon asked in amusement. "That must have tanned old Doc's hide a shade or two darker." "It was...amusing to watch," Tink admitted. "You should see the Bieb...hot...buffed up...gorgeous as ever...if not moreso...eight inches of hard, throbbing MAN-cock..." "Easy, I almost shot my load," Ronon joked. "You told Kevin?" "He DID shoot his load...just kidding," Tink laughed. "Better take an extra D-3, I think you're gonna need it."