Date: Thu, 10 Jul 2014 17:08:06 -0400 From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com> Subject: Jackin' Jack Cox Chapter 13 This story does NOT directly continue the saga which began with "The Working Boys,"continued with "Ecstasy Island," followed by "Ecstasy Renewed," "EcstasyInc," "The Pharm Boys," and "Erotic Isle: the Endless Orgasm." However, like my other stories, it 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" and "Erotic Isle: the Endless Orgasm." (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. Though there is some mention of some of the characters from the earlier stories all the people in this story are new characters. 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 characters 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: All drugs mentioned are fictitious. If you like what you read, let me know at crackerjacker18@hotmail.com. JACKIN' JACK COX CHAPTER THIRTEEN Ien knew precisely what the problem was. Jack's "precious bodily fluids" had been effectively exhausted, his thin, naked loins pumped dry, his balls, for all intents and purposes, emptied. It was a rare occurrence, what with all the sexual potency pills and potions so prevalent on virtually every viafare corner, certainly on the shelves of every pharmacy. CoxPharm had seen to that. Likely more than half their income, past and present came from the delopment and perfecting of such drugs hundreds of years before. Though intended for post-pubic, sexually-active individuals of all ages, they were pretty much treated like candy even by kinderkids as young as five or six. "Orgasm me," was as common a request from most children as "snack me" or often, simply "do it to me." Children in the 25th-century were enjoyed and "played with" in virtually every sense of the phrase. He watched as Jack cuddled nakedly in his arms and drifted off to sleep. It would be easy to blame little Ely for exposing Jack to such pleasures, not to mention the inherent dangers. Very often beautiful young boys like Jack and Ely simply disappeared into years-long sexual confinement as part of the harem of some hypersexual man or women never to be seen again until their eventual maturity no longer made then sexually attractive, or until they somehow escaped on their own. The Spinal Cortex Chips Cox had perfected were suppose to make such "kid-nabbing" less prevalent and make the children more easily traceable. But Jack didn't have one, and as Ely had proven just that afternoon, they were far from foolproof for such purposes. The technology to block them was expensive and fairly difficult to come by, but not beyond the reach of anyone sufficiently determined to negate it, including, apparently, The SpRitz. He wondered if Victor Astor might be such an individual. Then again, he considered the possibility that perhaps he owed Astor a debt of gratitude for watching over the boys while there, even if he had taken sexual advantage of them before eventually getting them out of the SpRitz. Silently, Ien slipped free of Jack's clinging embrace and padded naked across the hall to Orin's appartment. He barely knocked before entering. Orin was sprawled naked on a reclining couch watching the 3-D while lazily stroking his hardened seven or eight inches. "How's your husband doing?" He asked softly. "Exhausted. Jack?" "That and worse," Ien sighed, slumping to the couch next to Orin, starting to stroke his own cock too. "Worse?" "Dry." Ien sighed in dismay. "Dry? You're kidding. Jack?" Orin looked at him in amazement. "Need a little help with that?' "I'm okay," Ien sighed as his loins began to tingle. "Too pooped to pop, huh?" Orin smiled. "It's been years since I've seen a twelve-year-old pube run dry," Ien recalled. "Only once, in fact." "Really, anyone I know?" Orin eyed him in amusement. "Yeah, ME," Ien stared at him blankly, trying not to grin. "You were shooting when you were twelve?" Orin asked in surprise. "Damn, I was nearly fourteen." "I'm a Cox." Ien relented a slight smile as he stroked himself a little faster in recalling his first orgasmic ejaculation. "I had a little help from my dad's...'friends'." "That's what you get for pushing the envelope," Orin laughed. "God, I get horny when you're around. Do me." "Do yourself," Ien told him. "I'm not in the mood." "Suit yourself, but pardon me if I get a little wild here in a few minutes," Orin joked. "Ely say much about what happened this afternoon...tonight?" Ien asked. "Not really," Orin smiled. "He couldn't have gotten a word in with a dozen cursors after I pounded some hard facts into his pretty head. Then I sent him off to bed without a load of cum." "He say anything about Victor Astor?" Ien probed as the two men continued jacking their cocks, starting to feel the growing pleasure of their looming orgasm welling up within them. "Not really, though I don't think we've heard the last of the venerable Mr. Astor," Orin noted as he began squirming, his orgasm now bearing down on him in earnest, his fist flying up and down over his cock at an almost blinding speed. "Unnnngghhhh fuuucccckkkk..." "Will you shoot your shit, go ahead, get it fuckin' over with so I can carry on an intelligent conversation?" Jack sighed, though his own orgasmic pleasure, inching closer and closer to the surface, wasn't making things any easier. "OOAOHHEAOIERHOAIEHROAHOOIHOH FUCCCKKKK CUMMMINNGGGGGGG...AHAHEIAIEORHOAIHOIHOIH!!!" Orin gasped. "NO SHIT!" Ien complained, wiping the man's cum from his chest. "Looks like it's been a while." "I was so worried about Ely...ahOOAEIHAOIERHHHH...UNNAGGHHGHHH...AOGEHHAOIERHOH...GIAIGOEIHOAH GOD, IEN, DO IT, DO IT, DO IT WITH ME, CUM WITH ME, CUM WITH ME, AGHEAOAOOEHROAEIHOHHHHHAHHHHH......!!" Ien began to sing, "Slow down, ya move too fast, gotta make the moment last...skippin' down, the cobble stones, lookin' for...AHHGHAEOOAEOIRHHHHHHHAHEHHHGHHH GAWD...and feelin' GROOVY...AGHAOEORHAOH FUCK, GROOOOOOVVVVYYYY...OHHHHH FUCK, HERE, HAVE SOME CUM!" Ien deliberately shot a blob or two all over Orin's slender, naked abdomen. "FEELIN' GROOOOOOOVVVYYY!!" "Don't give up your day job," Orin joked as he used his fingers to lick up Ien's spermal deposite. "Sweet...tastes like...like...peanut butter?" "Close, almonds," Ien gasped as he continued to milk a generous load from his huge, hard cock. "Ahahh fuck, I needed that." "Were you serious?" Orin inquired. "About what?" Ien slowly let his cum-coated hand slip from his still-pulsating cock. "Needing that?" "NO, About having your first orgasm when you were twelve?" Orin eyed him suspiciouslyh "Hell no, fuck, I was six, maybe five the first time I got jacked...I was twelve when I shot my first load, though. "I married Ely when he was six," Orin confessed. "Gave him his first orgasm. Still looking forward to tasting his first load of cum." "He keeps haulin' ass to the SpRitz, you may miss the opportunity," Ien noted seriously. "You think I don't know that? Why you think I came down on him so hard tonight?" Orin noted for the record. "If I had a nine-year-old husband, I'd have locked him in a cock jacket and thrown away the...well, hidden it anyway," Ien noted. "Shit, sent him to bed without his supper-load...you think that..." Orin grew tense. "Sorry, he's your husband, your problem, I went too far," Ien appologized. "Speaking of problems, what about Jack?" Orin asked, now that his cock had grown a little less lengthy. "I don't know. I'm not his father, not his husband...and if I come down on him too hard...hell I DID almost...my whole thing at work could blow up in my face. Uncle Avery would disown me, Cox would likely sue the fuck outta me...hell, we could all be dead tomorrow." "DEAD?" Orin looked at him crazily. "Cox wouldn't gun you down in the streets. From what I hear, you're solid gold to them with a platinum lining." "It's complex," Jack sighed, shifting, starting to get to his feet, his own cum and some of Orin's starting to run down from his navel. "I'm not sure I could explain, and in any case..." "If you told me, you'd have to KILL me..." Orin finished his trite expression. "I think we better have a meeting with Vince Astor tomorrow," Ien declared as he rose from the couch. "Oh, sure...Vince Astor, yeah, we'll just jetpack over to his office and barge right in and..." Orin laughed, getting up himself. "You're forgetting something." Ien told him. "Oh?" Orin looked at him strangely. "You're forgetting who I am...and more importantly who my uncle is," Ien reminded him. "I don't know whether to BLAME Astor for suckin' the boys fuckin' DRY, which I'm sure he did, or THANK him for seeing that something far worse didn't happen to them." "He know whom he's dealing with...whom he sucked dry?" Orin questioned as Ien moved to leave. "Vince Astor? I think he knew. If he didn't he probably does NOW." Ien guessed. "He may be a pedophilic pervenator, but one thing he ISN'T...he's not stupid." "Well, whatever, don't forget me," Orin insisted. "Remember, it was MY husband he molested." "Probably tomorrow afternoon. I heard he sleeps all morning after a a trip to the SpRITZ." Ien told him. "Besides, I've got some homework to do...or rather the archive boys at Pepperdine do." "You gonna BLACKMAIL him or something?" Orin asked anxiously, perhaps a bit too eagerly as well. "Blackmail?" Ien laughed. "Orin, you read too damned many old paperbacks. No, I just wanna go in there knowing the difference between an Orgasmatic and a...a whatchamacallit..." "Eroticon?" Orin smiled. "Right an...Oroticon..." Ien repeated, "eroticon, eroticon, eroticon..." "Go to bed, you're confusing me," Orin laughed, patting him on the back. "And whata you mean coming over here stark naked like this, don't you know old Mrs. Oritz is lurking about these halls every night, just waiting for some unfortunate urchin such as yourself to fall into her clutches." "Old? She can't be more than forty. That the voice of experience?" Ien laughed as he opened the door, then peeked around the corner into the broad, residential access corridor. "Looks pretty safe to me." ---------------------------- "Mr. Cox, some guy by the name of...of Vince Astor is on the skype," Ien's electronic "secretary" informed him the next morning almost before Ien had a chance to sit down at his console. "Whoa...that was fast," Ien gasped in surprise. "So much for his sleeping till noon." "Connecting," the Sexton informed him. The machine was a Sexton 254, top of the line. Ien had, quite reasonably, nicked-named him "sexy." "Mr. Astor, Arien Cox here, I was about to call you, but I didn't want to wake you so early." Ien told his caller. "Let me guess, someone told you I sleep until noon..." Vince Astor began light-heartedly. "Sounds like a good idea to me," Ien joked. "Sometimes, but only with the right boy," Vincent laughed. "Speaking of 'right boys', I understand you found a couple of them the other day at SpRitz," Ien dispensed with the small-talk. "So it would appear, which one belongs to you?" Vince asked. "Well, neither, actually, though the older on, Jack, is a distant relative," Ien told him, not mentioning just HOW distant. "I didn't RAPE them or anything, we just...became friendly," Vince told Ien defensively. "Knowing them both, I didn't think you did," Ien admitted, "though it does seem you've imposed more than a little wear and tear on their boyish body parts." "Sorry about that, but let me assure you again, it was totally consensual, and the wear and tear was quite mutual," Vince went on. "In any case, I've come up with something that may make your...project... simpler...and easier for all concerned." "My project?" Ien suddenly grew serious in tone. "Don't demean us both by acting dumb," Vince told him. "CoxInt leaks like a sieve, always has, always will." "Go on," Ien urged, without further comment, realizing he was being baited...master-baited, in fact. CoxInt's "leakiness" was also legendary. "You're...distant relative...Jack, has no chip, right?" Vince continued. "I'm listening," Ien urged him on. "Word has it you have an exceptional amount of...educating...to do and very little time in which to do it." "You have something to help in that regard?" Ien questioned. "Ever here of an Eroticon?" Vince asked. "It was an erotic dream induction device invented in 2320 by Dr. Max Hashman, as a means of programming nocturnal emissons for sexual entertanment purposes on extended interplanetary space flights. It's long since been consigned to the dustbin of curiosities replace by various direct cerebral interfaces of which you're a far more astute expert than I," Ien told the man. "You've done your homework," Vince replied, a note of respect in his voice. "Don't underestimate me," Ien warned tersely, expecting a line of b-shit. "What's this got to do with Jack?" "I can write code that'll "educate" the boy far quicker and better than traditional indoctrinational procedures minus a chip," Vince claimed. "The eroticon didn't use code," Ien reacted. "Damn, you ARE good," Vince let his voice rise in surprise. "It was strictly analog, driven by recorded magnetic images," Ien continued. "We have a facilitator," Vincent went on. "Facilitator?" Ien questioned, now reaching the outer limits of his perusal of the patent archives. "Orgasmatic invented the thing in the hope of extending the life of the eroticon a few years," Vince informed him. "It was only modestly successful--too modestly, I'm afraid--and in any case, Orgasmatic technology advanced so rapidly to the point the facilitator became antiquated before it could even be produced. There are only two of them in existence." "Which is all quite interesting, but what does that have to do with...Jack," Ien chose his word carefully. "Okay, the thing was a bust when it came to making up wet dreams, but I don't think you're particularly interested in giving our boy wet dreams...right?" Vince continued. "Our boy?" Ien almost choked on the words. "Using the facilitator, I can program into one of our old eroticons everything Jack needs to know, all he has to do is drift off to sleep, then the next morning he's a walking encyclopedia of CoxInt past, present, and future...if you get what I mean." Ien was stunned. Even as an outsider, Vince Astor obviously knew far more about Jack and probably the time travel project than Ien could ever have imagined. "Okay..." Ien replied cautiously. "Let's say I'm mildly curious, bring your...antique plaything over to the lab, let our boys look at it and..." "Hellll no...look at it? Replicate it, you mean," Vince reacted angrily. "Besides, the fucker's the size of a pregnant elephant. You come over here...bring Jack and...his cute little friend...let me show you what...well...let's find OUT what this thing'll do." Ien took a deep breath, his gaze falling upon a stack of books, papers, and memory sticks neatly arranged on a table across the room. They were the essense of what he needed to cramb into Jack's adolescent memory within less than 48 hours when the return window of opportunity maximized. "When? How much? How long?" "Now, ten-million credits, 24-hours," Vince replied tersely to each of Ien's questions. "TEN-MILLION CREDITS!!" Ien all but bellowed into his skype. "Goodbye," Vince replied, closing the circuit. Ien sat stunned, staring into the black screen. Vince Astor was obviously not a man to be negotiated with. He could get the money, it was the extortion he didn't like. If Astor could do what he promised, it might even be worth it. Governor Avery would choke on his son's cum but he'd come through. He eyed the digital calendar on his desk and a countdown clock he'd rigged up earlier. "I'm ready to get educated," Jack Cox told him as he burst into Ien's office unexpectedly. "Your knuckles sore? It's customary to knock," Ien informed him sharply. "In case you're jackin' off or something?" Jack joked, hopping up on the edge of Ien's console. Clad in the briefest of sprayed-on garments, Jack's cock jutted up obscenely, even though coated with the polyfibrous material which passed for 25th century clothing. Ien took a deep breath, surveying the stunningly seductive young boy before him, barely resisting to urge to orgasm with him, then eyed the stack of media material. "See all that shit? Here,load it all in this case, we're gonna pay your friend, Mr. Astor, a visit." Ien decided. "VINCE!" Jack cried with decidedly more enthusiasm that Ien was displaying. "Cool, we gonna play with his brain toys?" "Depends on your definition of 'play'," Ien sighed then opened a channel to Sexy on his console. "Dig into the contingency fund and get me five million," He ordered. "Sorry, sir, there's only 2.3 million balance there," the voice told him. "Go to the entertainment line on the budget and dump it, hell, dump the coffee fund and the gift fund if you have too." Ien added. "Please wait," Sexy told him. Then, after a moment, "That only adds 625 credits...still over two million short. "How much is in my personal account?" Ien snapped, becoming more and more more aggitated. "You need some money, I got almost a thousand credits from the SpRitz," Jack volunteered. Ien ignored him. "1.35 million," Sexy reported back quite unsexily. "Add a million of that to the...let's call it the 'education account' then call my uncle, tell him I have an emergency need for a million credits. Ien ordered. "Put it all on my credit chip and call me when it totals five million. "Five million for what?" Jack wanted to know. "A downpayment on your...education...if it's any of your business," Ien told him brusquely. "Come on, we mustn't keep the man waiting, in case he charges by the hour." "He gonna put one of those thingies on me an make me have orgasms?" Jack wanted to know as they left. "Oh, almost forgot," Ien lifted his wrist communicator to his lips. "Get Orin." "He gonna go too?" Jack asked anxiously. "I like him. He gives great suck jobs." "Yes, Ien," the voice on Ien's communicator responded about thirty seconds later. "You still wanna meet your...'literary'...idol, right?" Ien responded. "Now? This morning? Man, you and your uncle DO have some weight to throw around," Orin reacted. "Bring Ely and meet me at OrgasmiconInc...about fifteen minutes," Ien told him tersely. "Got it," Orin laughed excitedly, "I can't wait." "Mr. Cox," Sexy's mechanical voice broke in following Orin's. "Your chip now has the full five million, and your uncle said to tell the second five million is waiting as a line of credit when you need it." "My gawd, how'd he know I..." Ien gasped in pleased surprise. "I told him," Sexy responded. "YOU TOLD HIM," Ien cried more stunned than angry. "He asked, what was I to do, lie to the Governor of California?" Sexy told him. "Section 144.32, E-secretaries are program not to falsify unless specifically ordered to do so, such orders to be approved by the next higher managerial level," Sexy quoted him chapter and verse. "Dammit," Ien swore mildly as he closed the channel. Still worse, he recalled having written that line in the operating system himself. "I'm going to college or something?" Jack guessed from the conversation. "Ten million...must be a pretty ritzy place."