Date: Wed, 27 Aug 2014 00:25:40 -0400 From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com> Subject: Jackin' Jack Cox Chapter 18 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 EIGHTEEN Jack's Orgasmatic dream continues-- "Jack, you were asking about my research, would you like to see my lab where I develop all the items that allow us to live in such lavish opulence?" Dr. Mathison asked as they got up from the breakfast. "Don't go, he just wants to molest you," Susan warned as she carried the dirty dishes to the kitchen. "I'll go along and protect him," Destry volunteered valiantly inflating his little-boy chest. "Shouldn't I be...you know...WEARING something, I feel kind of...well...naked..." Jack looked about uncomfortably. "I wonder why?" Susan sighed, supressing a grin. "You're beautiful just the way you are...both of you," Dr. Mathison noted. "Even the slightest bow toward modesty would be a travesty to your exquisite beauty." "So the seduction begins," Susan mumbled loud enough for the boys to hear. Jack shrugged, "Whatever turns ya on." "Precisely," Dr. Mathison grinned resting his arm around Jack's naked shoulders. "This way..." "Dad's got some stuff upstairs in the lab you just wouldn't believe..." Destry boasted as they followed his father out onto the marble terrace overlooking a courtyard with its massive round swimming pool. From its center spouted a tall geyser of water some thirty or forty feet into the air. "WOW, I'm fuckin impressed!" Jack gasped as he looked about at the cleanly modern architecture. He wasn't sure, but Jack thought he caught a glimpse of Dr. Mathison's hardened cock through the gap in the long, white, terry robe the man wore. As they climbed the circular steps leading up to the lab, which appeared to stretched the length of the courtyard, Jack could see up under the robe. Dr. Mathison was naked and fully erect. The courtyard wall of the lab overlooking the pool was all glass. At the top of the steps, Dr. Mathison pulled forward a book titled "Extrapulating Data from Anecdotal Sources." That caused the bookcase to slide to one side allowing them to passed through into the lab. "Cool, a secret door," Jack smiled. "Just don't pull out any other book, it sets off an alarm," Dr. Mathison informed him. "This is where dad invents stuff," Destry assumed the role of tour guide. It was a long room, the back wall solid with electronics and video monitors. The center had several, for lack of a better word, "contraptions," some of which looked downright lethal. Beyond that appeared to be a first-class chemistry lab. "Dad's got PhDs in mechanical engineering, also chemistry, microbiotics, and physiology." "All that and medicine too?" Jack looked about in wonder. "Plus a master's degree in pharmacology," Destry boasted. "Also genetic engineering," Dr. Mathison added. "What's THAT?" Jack pointed to an adjustable reclining seat. "You a dentist too?" "I thought you'd never ask," Dr. Mathison winked at his naked young son. "Shall we SHOW him?" Destry smiled a sort of evil grin. "It's an ejaculation enabler," Dr. Mathison told Jack. "You lie back in it, he puts this thingy down over your cock, sucks the cum right outta ya in about five minutes," Destry told Jack in layman's terms. "He won't let me use it cause I'm too young to cum." "Would you like to try it, Jack?" Dr. Mathison asked, trying not to sound too anxious. "It's been almost half an hour since you had an orgasm, right?" "Susan jacked him off in the spa just before breakfast," Destry informed his father. "Sure, why not, I love orgasms," Jack eagerly seated himself, lying back in the chair. He was somewhat startled as Dr. Mathinson snapped leather clasps over his wrists, binding them to the arms of the chair. "What the fuck...?" Jack reacted in dismay. "Jack, this get's rather...intense. The restraints keep you from...interfering...with the procedure. The tube there collects your semon, which is tested for diseases and typed for reference in future experiments. Then we freeze it for possible use at a later date." "No need to freeze it, I got plenty," Jack tried to make a nervous joke. "Ahhhh...a nice stiff cock...good...makes for a tight fit..." Dr. Mathison smiled down at the naked young boy he was about to ejaculate. "You're gonna LOVE this," Destry told Jack eagerly. "Dad had a group of boys who come over every few days to enjoy his machine. "I'm building a semanic library to further my research into genetics and urology," Dr. Mathison noted as he finished attaching Jack's hard, throbbing, boy-cock to the machine. "This gonna hurt?" Jack asked warily. "Not really, though towards the end, the line between pleasure and pain becomes rather thin," Dr. Mathison warned. "At first it's going to be very mild, quite soft and pleasant, a gentle vibration with some slight surface stimulation. You feel anything?" He asked as the machine began to hum very softly. "No," Jack told him. "Err...yeah...yes, a little...feeling...feeling something...feels good. Nice." Jack smiled up at him then down at his encapsulated cock. "It gets better," Destry grinned, looking up at his father, then back down at Jack's cock. "Destry helps when the boys come over," Dr. Mathison smiled down at his son, hugging the naked little boy to him. "I help him milk the boys," Destry looked up proudly at his dad. "I'm getting...MILKED?" Jack giggled as the pleasure the machine was giving his cock, notched up a bit. "OOOOOhhhhh yeah...big time," Destry laughed. "You'll think you're a fuckin' COW when you're done." "Destry, that's an horrible analogy," Dr. Mathison smile quickly faded. "More like a thoroughly masturbated BULL," he made his own, more masculine analogy. "Feels good," Jack reported. "I could fall in love with this thing." "Most boys do. That's why they keep...cumming...back," Destry smiled, watching Jack start to tremble a bit from the growing sexual pleasure he was feeling. "MMmmmm....feels good....really good, oh yeahhh....ahhhhhh god, yeah, ahhhhahhahh fuccccckkkkk," Jack gasped as the machine slowly moved him toward orgasmic bliss. "Aahahhahhhhhh god, feels really...ahhah yeah, yeah, yeahhhhhhhhhhhh!!" "I love to watch boys have orgasms," Destry smiled, leaning over, kissing Jack's lips sweetly. "Hang on, you ain't seen nothin' yet." "Okay, Jack, from this point it gets...well...pretty intense," Dr. Mathison warned. "I'm gonna turn it up a notch or two, don't panic, just lie back and...enjoy." "AAHHAHHhhhhhhahahhiiihghahhghhhh fUUUUUUuuuuuccccckkkkkkkkkk," Jack suddenly cried out as the sexual pleasure he'd been feeling doubled, then doubled again. "OIhahaoeohahhhh gawd...feeels...ghaheoiaohoih fucccckk...fucccckkk...ahhahhaieiaoehroahehhhahhh...ohhahhahhh fuck...the feeling...the feeling it's giving me...suckin' my cock, suckin' my fuckin' cock, suckin' my fuckin' cock off, agheoiaaoerhoi man...ahgheaieiroaohhhahhahah..." Jack began to squirm in the seat, only the cuffs on his wrists holding him in place as he enjoyed, or endured, the growing intensity of the machine's sexual power over him. "AAAhgehaieirhhghhhhhh, ahhehaeriighhahhehrhhh fucccckkkk...fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk!!" "He's gettin' close," Destry told his father as the two of them watched one of the dials on the machine. "HHoooooooo fuck, damned fuckin' right I'm getting close, aghoeaierhoiah gawd, fucccckkkkk...fuck, fuck, agheoaoiheroihoh make me cum, make me cum, I can't stand much more of this." "Let's hold him there, right on the edge for a while...this is the best part," Destry pleaded. "The boys nearly go crazy." "Yes, well, as much fun as it is to watch, we want to be careful to stop just short of insanity," Dr. Mathis smiled down at the boy. "One of these days, we'll put YOUR cock in this thing, see how YOU feel about edging. "PLEASE, please, doc, please, make me cum, make me cum, I can't stand much more of this, the feeling, ahgaoeoihaoiehoih god, ahgheahherhhh fuck...fuck...fuck...FUUUUCCCCKKK...FUCKKKKK....AHGEIAOEHR GOD, I'M CUMMING...GHAOAHFHHAEHOROIHOAIEHOAHE FUCKIN' DAMN, SOOOO HARD, SOO FUCKIN' HARD, I CAN HARDLY STAND IT, GHHAOEIHAOEIHOAIEHR FUCK, SHOOTIN' MY CUM, SHOOTIN'...SHOOTIN' AHGEOAIHEORAHOEHOIHE GAWD, HAHHEHH SOOOO HARD, IT ALMOST HURTS, AGHOAOIEHROIAHEOIH I CAN FEEL WHAT YOU MEANT ABOUT THE PAIN THING, AIIAHH AHGHHEAIEIREAHGOIHAOIEHOIH, GHHEAOIEHOIEHOAHEHHAH...HGAIEIAOEORHHHAHERIIGHHAH!!" Jack cried out with every spasm of ejaculating boycum erupting from his tortured hard cock. "AHHAIEIAIEIHHHH FUCCK, TURN IT OFF, TURN IT OFF, TURN IT OFF, DOC, AHGHEHAOEIRHOAIEHRHOOH...AHGHHIEIAEIRIHHHAHHE...AGHEAOOEIRHHHGHH!" Jack cried out, tears in his eyes, writhing in painful pleasure so intense he could no longer stand it. "AIIEAREEHHAHHEIAIOLOEIHHGHHHHGHHAHHGHGHHAHHGHGHHGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" He blacked out from the horrific orgasmic pleasure that felt like it was frying his brain. "He's coming around," Vince Astor told Ien as they watched Jack starting to come down from what Ien judged to be the most intense orgasm he'd ever witnessed. "He gonna be alright?" Ien worried as he held Jack's limp hand, patting it, trying to bring the boy's consciousness back to the 25th century. "Eventually," Vince told him. "That was the "Impressor" phase." "The what?" Ien looked up in dismay, the first time he'd ever heard the term. "That's the procedure designed to permanently...impress...all the subliminal data we subjected him to during his...dream," Vince explained. "God, the kid shot an OCEAN of cum...eight or ten spurts at least," Ien eyed the collection basin. "HOOOOAOAHHAHHHH FUCCCCKKKKKKKKKK!!!" Jack gasped, as he struggled to open his eyes. "Jack...it's Ien...you're gonna be okay...you just had the orgasm to end all orgasms, but you're gonna be okay." "Give him a few minutes, hell, his cock is still seeping," Vince Astor told them. "The Orgasmatic, antiquated as it is, had one feature we've never been able to replicate in the Eroticom--mindbending orgasms. Probably just as well, we'd probably have a list of casualties a mile long if we did." "Casualties? You mean..." Ien gape at Vince in disbelief. "You didn't tell me this fucker could be fatal?" "Well, so far as I know, it never has been," Vince went on. "Howevever, the pleasure centers of the brain, we assume, can only handle so much before they overload and encounter permanent damage. We've never pushed it that far so we're unsure exactly what that means. However, we were flirting with that level here with Jack, though the guys downstairs had a pretty good handle on the parameters after the experimental phase yesterday." "Jack...JACK...JACK...WAKE UP...wake up, boy...it's Ien...Ien...wake up," Ien shook the boy now with some degree of fear. "Easy...he's...give him a chance to come down." Vince rested his hand on Ien's as much to reassure the teenager as to restrain him. "He's just had an orgasm that he'll never forget as long as he lives." "Lay off," Jack cried shaking free of Ien's grip. "Let me enjoy this a little bit longer." "Whew," Vince sighed. "You're worrying me. You're not as confident in all this as you pretend," Ien read Vince's face and body language. "He's gonna be okay...I'm sure of it," Vince insisted. "Right now he's in a state of blissful sexual euphoria which he's obviously in no hurry to leave." "Like coming around from an anesthetic..." Ien continued to carefuly watch his boy. "Similar, though this is probably a good deal more pleasurable," Vince smiled confidently. "Jack, boy, you just relax, enjoy the feelings...we'll be right here. You're gonna be alright. You've handled all this remarkably well." "As compared to what?" Ien insisted. "Okay, I'll be straight with you," Vince told his wealthy benefactor. "There were a whole range of reactions we could have expected. I won't scare you with details but it would seem Jack steered pretty much down the middle. The final orgasm was a LITTLE more intense than we'd expected, but not dangerously so. He's a young boy, producing sperm at a phenomenal rate, thanks to your geeks over at CoxPharm. And he's about a physically fit as any boy could be at age twelve. "My cock hurts," Jack opened his eyes, staring up and Ien, then Vince. "Kind of down deep inside." "Your prostate has had quite a workout," Vince comforted him. "It'll ache like that for an hour or two, probably less, given the drugs your on." "You shot a lot of cum. You're pretty well drained," Ien told Jack as he hugged him. "Get him disconnect from this fuckin' thing," he ordered Vince. "That'll be three million credits," Vince held out his hand. "I was hoping you'd forget that part," Ien forced a smile as he handed over the credit chip. "Two million more when the boy's done testing, assuming everything has worked out with his retention," Vince reminded Ien. "Ohhhhahhhhhhhh fucccckkkkk...that was incredible," Jack moaned as he got up from the Orgasmatic's seat. "Is that what's waiting for me when I go back?" "Yes and no," Ien bobbed his head left and right. "The scenery, probably about what you'll encounter. We've no way at all of knowing how the...people are going to react to your sudden presence. Let me warn you now, it could be very different, hostile even." "Hostile?" Jack repeat in dismay. "Probably not," Ien sought to reassure him as they began making their way from the EroticonInc labs. "Uhhhh...shouldn't I...uhhh, wear something?" Jack stopped suddenly, wondering what they'd done with his clothes. "Here, wear this," Ien grabbed a bluish lab coat emblazoned with the Eroticon logo from the back of a chair. "With any luck, security won't pat you down." "Mmmmm...with any luck, maybe they WILL," Jack laughed, his ornery streak surfacing. "Come on, let's get you back to CoxInc and and get you debriefed," Ien urged him along, forcing a smile as they passed the security desk. Jack wasn't aware of it, but he looked more than a little silly, barefoot, the coat a size or two too large, and his hair looking like he'd just spent the past 24 hours in bed. "I can remember just about everything," Jack claimed. "Ask me a question." "Listen, kid, you're gonna be asked LOTS of questions between now and the time the sun sets on Malibu Beach," Ien warned, and they're not going involve the color of the marble in the foyer at The Cliffs." "Pink." Jack responded instantly. "Pink?" "The color of the marble--pink." Jack went on. "And Susan is about the sexiest girl I ever saw...you know...my age and all. And Destry...gawd, I could eat that little fucker alive he's so cute." "WAS so cute, he's been dead now for about four-hundred years," Ien reminded the boy. "But I'm glad you two hit it off. Let me warn you though, these people, they're not going to know you at all. You're going to have an advantage on them, but you're not to let it show. Understand?" Jack nodded, the seriousness of his upcoming ordeal coming home to rest upon him. "What happens between now and sunset?" "Well, I guess we could say we're gonna be pickin' your brain till you won't be sure you even HAVE one," Ien smiled down at his young friend. Then, we'll be going down to the beach where the techies are already setting up for the return. Ohhh, by the way, don't go jackin' off between now and then, remember, the transfer will only work during an orgasmic release. Hope you'll have at least a little cum built up again by then." "My prostate thingy still aches," Jack reported. "You heard Vince, it probably will too, for the next few hours." Ien told him as they entered the CoxInc showcase lobby. "By the way, did Dr. Mathison really invent all that stuff I dreamed about?" Jack wanted to know. "Look, right over there, haven't you noticed his twice life-size crystal bust in the lobby?" Ien asked. "You and your son will be the founder of all this but the real brains behind it all will be your friend, Dr. M. He dies in 1987 with over five-hundred patents to his name, some of them still in force today." "Patents last four hundred years?" Jack asked in surprise. "Who's the other dudes over there, the bronze statue and the marble one?" Ien laughed. "Don't you recognize them?" Jack shook his head. "Should I?" "The bronze on is YOU," Ien explained. "...the other one, Jason Cox, your son." "Me...when I'm grown up?" Jack gaped in surprise. "That's ME?" "In the flesh...well...bronze flesh, I guess you'd say," Ien smiled at the boy's surprise. "WOW...I'm famous?" Jack laughed. "Or will be," Ien told him. "As for Dr. Mathison's patents, we keep renewing and improving upon them. With renewals and improvements they should be in force for several more centuries...especially if they're COX patents," Ien smile down at the beautiful young boy in his care. "God, I'm gonna miss you." "I'm gonna miss you too," Jack confided, openly hugging his mentor. "Maybe we could...you know...have a goodbye fuck or something before the sun goes down." "I'd like that, but there's no way either of us will have the time," Ien told him sadly. "However, I will be in charge of getting you up to orgasmic speed, so I'll have one last swipe at jackin' Jack Cox.