Date: Tue, 19 Feb 2013 14:25:54 -0500
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Pharm Boys, Chapter 1

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" and "EcstasyInc." "The
Pharm Boys," 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), and "EcstasyInc"
(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 minor
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 two to three 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.


THE PHARM BOYS

CHAPTER 1


Dr. Mike Warren had nervous missgivings as he almost timidly knocked on the
door. For a moment there was no reply from inside, though he was sure
Dr. Walters was expecting him. More than expecting him, Dr. Avery Walters
had requested his presence. This wasn't the first time they'd met but it
WAS the first time they'd met privately. This meeting with Cox Pharm's new
Ecstasy Island facility director was one Mike had been dreading for almost
a year, since Project Pooh Bear Tea had blown up in their faces. That
debacle had cost Dr. Ron Duncan his job and cost Cox Pharmaceuticals
hundreds of millions of dollars to quietly settle at least three major
lawsuits and in lost revenue by delaying the development of their newest
drug, Testalon.

"Come in," the man behind the door invited. "Have a seat." he gestured
without looking up from papers he was reading. For several more long
moments he said nothing as Mike sat anxiously on the edge of the lightly
padded side chair opposite the director's desk. "Dr. Warren, thanks for
coming on such short notice."

"No problem, I'm on overtime now," Mike tried to joke.  He wasn't and both
men knew it.

"You like it here?" Dr. Walters began.

"It's...it's okay," Mike tried not to sound too enthusiastic. Actually he
LOVED life on Ecstasy. The work was interesting, the island was beautiful,
the boys were naked, hot, horny, and hospitable, literally hundreds of the
most beautiful young boys in the world, no more than a phone call away.

"You're gay, right?" Dr. Walters confirmed, again something they both knew.

Mike nodded.

"I'm not, if you were wondering," Dr. Walters revealed. "I've tried
boys...even a couple here a time or two. They bore me. The forced nudity I
can live with. I've almost come to enjoy it, but...I guess I'm just not
into boys."

Mike had the urge to comment, "what a pity," but refrained. He didn't know
the man that well...hardly at all, in fact.

"Listen Mike...I hope you don't mind if I call you by your first name." the
man began. He didn't mention reciprocity. "Given the grapevine around here,
I'm sure you're aware that Cox has been shaking things up. It's the reason
I'M here. It's the reason some of the eggheads downstairs AREN'T. I'll be
frank, if we were sure precisely what happened a few months back, YOU might
not be here either. There are a lot of people at Cox Pharm in Nassau who
think YOU were the spark that set off the big bang that nearly blew the
company to smitherines. If so, you also have some friends in high places
who did very well covering your ass.

Here it comes, Mike thought, pack your bags, you're outta here.

"I for one don't buy it," Avery Walters continued. "You wanna know why?"

How do you answer a question like that when you're guilty as hell? He
remained silent, hoping it was a rhetorical question.

"If you had anything to do with the Pooh Bear disaster, Ron Duncan would
have taken YOU down with him," the director revealed his
thinking. "Obviously, he didn't. You're still here. People tell me you're a
good man...a find doctor, a loyal company man. I've been watching you
intently for several months and I've found no reason to doubt their
assessment."

"Thank you," Mike uttered two more words.

"The reason I asked if you liked it here is that you'll be leaving,"
Dr. Walters softly bombshelled him.

Mike looked up sharply from studying his fingernails. "Leaving?"

"It's a promotion," the doctor continued. "You're about to get your OWN
island."

"I beg your pardon. My OWN island?" Mike repeated in disbelief. Talk about
a lob, not to mention a JOB out of left field.

"Pooh Bear Tea proved you can keep a secret," Walters continued. "At least
I HOPE it did. In any case, I'm giving you the benifit of the doubt on that
score. Where you're going is sooo secret, probably no more than a
half-dozen people in this whole building even know of its existence. The
place doesn't even have a name...not even a code name. I'm not sure WHY,
but the best anyone seems to be able to do is refer to it ever so
discreetly as 'the island'."

"Must be a well-kept secret, I've never heard of it," Mike commented.

"Nor WOULD you, having no need to know," Walters told him abruptly, getting
up from has black leather throne and coming around his massive desk to lean
on the edge. He spoke more intimately, "Since Pooh Bear, our R & D has been
in shambles. For a drug company, that's a huge liability. We were six
months late getting Testalon ready for use and we've got virtually NOTHING
in the pipeline. The guys downstairs are sitting around their computers,
jackin' their cocks, watching porn, scared shitless to go forward with
anything, fearing their work might lead to yet another disaster."

"We're going to MARKET Testalon?" Mike asked in surprise. This was the
first he'd even heard the puberty inducing drug even mentioned since Pooh
Bear.

"Hell no, where'd the fuck you get that idea?" the director almost
laughed. "Even if there were any kind of market for it, we'd be nuts to go
after it."

"Sounds like you need a new director of R & D," Mike offered an opinion,
wishing He might fill the job.

"You're absolutely right about that," Walters nodded. "I'm it."

Mike nodded once more, his hopes dashed. "What's happening on 'the island'
that's so top secret?"

"Actually, NOTHING much, yet," Dr. Walters surprised him, "that's where YOU
come in."

"Oh...?"

"We've just completed a brand new research facility there," Walters
revealed. "In fact, we're still finishing up some of the secondary
infrastructure as we speak."

"What kind of research?" Mike questioned.

"Well, let's put it this way, if Duncan had been gifted with an ounce of
common sense, Pooh Bear Tea would have been conducted there." Dr. Walters
asserted. "The results might have been the same but the explosion would
have been less horrific--something like nuclear testing on faraway Bikini
Atoll in the 50s. As it was, we might as well have hired the Mayo Clinic."

"I'm to be the new director of this facility?" Mike asked, unsure just how
much of a promotion he had coming.

"In case you're wondering, three-hundred grand a year," Dr. Walters
recited, reading Mike's mind.

Once more Mike deserted his in-depth study of his fingernails.

"Your work at 'the island'...first of all you'll be in charge of NAMING the
damned place...the work there is so critical to this company's survival
you'll literally be holding ALL our jobs in your hands."

"Sounds more like a FIVE-hundred grand job to me," Mike once more attempted
some humor.

"Don't push it," Walters warned, taking him seriously.

"Just joking," Mike recoiled.

"Don't," the director replied humorlessly. "As you may know, Cox Pharm's
research, now and in the past, has been along three lines--drugs, genetics,
and robotics. In some of those areas we've made remarkable progress. In
others...not so much. You'll be in charge of pulling all that
together...moving forward where we've been lagging, as well as integrating,
and perfecting."

"I know next to nothing about robotics," Mike confessed.

"That's okay, we're so far past that term (decades, in fact) it's hardly
applicable," Walters smiled. "Mike, we're on the verge of...manufacturing
boys. We've all but perfected the science of human cloning."

Mike looked up in startled awe, too stunned by his boss's words to speak,
though the look on his face said more than any words he might have had
access to.

"You heard me right. Now you have some idea why your island is so secret,"
Walters continued. "Moreove, that's not the HALF of it. The problem with
cloning is that it necessitates a period of time while the child grows into
a marketable commodity."

"Marketable commodity...what the fuck?" Mike reacted.

"How long you been on Ecstasy?" Dr. Walters saw the need to backtrack.

"About fifteen months," Mike recalled.

"How many boys you fucked in that time?"

Mike began to laugh. "How the hell should I know...okay, 1,492," he pulled
the first number that came to mind out of his ass."

"Precisely," Dr. Walters made his point. "You were utilizing our major
marketable commodity."

"I hadn't thought of them in those terms," Mike confessed.

"The problem is that EcstasyInc has become TOO successful...beyond Nassau's
wildest dreams," Walters continued. "EcstacyInc's 'in house' personell
operation here on the island has become inadequate, not to mention riddled
with inefficiencies and nepotism. We're moving all that to your island and
expanding the operation accordingly.

"And for that you need an MD?" Mike questioned.

"Hell, no, that's only a minor part of the operation," Walters told
him. "Your role will be to merge the genetic element with the 'robotics',
for lack of a better word. Although we've long been involved in 'growing'
boys on the island, (almost fifteen years now) since old man Cox rode herd
over all this. We've got that part down to as much an ART as a
science. We've got close to a hundred genetic stems growing there. We
gradually feed them into the Ecstasy Island operation, one every few
weeks. No, what we want to do is eliminate all that time consuming
'growing'. When I mentioned 'manufacturing boys' I meant just that. We are
working on mass producing adolescent boys--not robots, but organic male
replicas having bio-electronic brains."

"Like...androids?" Mike reacted in disbelief.

"Beyond andrids," Dr. Walters snapped.  "Hell, Jason Cox was producing
androids fifteen years ago. These boys are fully human except for what's
inside their heads. Right now we're building them in the lab. Each one
takes about six months and costs roughly five million apiece. Your job will
be to oversee moving that processs from the lab to our newly completed
factory while cutting production time and costs significantly."

"My godddddd..." Mike reacted.

Dr. Walters suddenly started laughing. "My reaction precisely when I heard
this from Jim Loin."

"Sounds like a million dollar a year salary might be in order," Mike joked
once again, having not learned his lesson before.

"Fuck, boy, I don't even make THAT much," Walters, this time, joined him in
his jest.

"Maybe we BOTH should," Mike smiled bleakly.

"We've not set any firm goals...you'll have a hand in that when you get on
the job and get a handle on what's involved...but needless to say,
EcstasyInc can't afford to populate this place at five million per
boy-cock. We're hoping for a production rate of 500 to a thousand boys per
year and a per-unit cost of...maybe one TENTH that of producing them in the
lab. You know, the economy of mass production."

Mike blinked in dismay.

"And where does Testalon fit into all this?" Mike asked a less obvious
question.

"Testalon is our 'plan-B'." Walters told him. "We'll continue growing boys
on the island in case you can't make the science and economics of the
operation come together. The problem with growing boys is to STOP their
growth. Boys become men. Testalon has been developed to STOP such
nonsense."

Mike could only gape, then slowly return to his fingernails. Now it all
made sense. Testalon was never intended to HASTEN puberty as everyone said,
but to, instead, FREEZE it. "I think the R & D guys used the wrong
storybook character," Mike slowly remarked, looking up. "They should have
called it 'Project Peter Pan'."

---------

Ronon Parker had a problem--what to do with the Santos boys. The Santos
twins were Pooh Bears. Pooh Bears were supposed to have all gone back
home. The Santos boys were hillside squatters and when you cease
"squatting" you lose your squatting rights to someone all too willing to
"squat" in your place. When Andre and Alesandro Santos left for Ecstasy
their brother, Mario, suddenly became quite wealthy...at least by Rio
squatter standards. He took his five-hundred American dollars Cox-Brazil
gave him and moved into a small hotel up the coast a few miles. He didn't
splurge but neither did he anticipate the abrupt end to the Ecstasy gravy
train. When the word went out, come get your little brothers, he didn't get
the message. He was turning "tricks" on the beach, actually doing
surprisingly well for a sixteen-year-old street kid with no visible means
of support other than his own lithesome naked body, hard young cock, and
handsome Brazilian face.

When the Santos twins were initially "returned to sender," Ronon had no
choice but to simply put them to work. Of course, by then, the boys were
not without certain talents and being cute, extremely sexual, and quite
well versed in all things homosexual for boys ten, or eleven, or maybe even
twelve (even the boys weren't quite sure of their actual ages) they quickly
fit right in. They picked up English at an astounding rate, especially
those words having to do with their new profession. Moreover they were a
hit with those guests longing for ever younger and younger boys, even if
they weren't, really young. Unofficially, the Santos twins, whatever their
age, were the youngest working boys on the island...and usually among the
hardest working boys, whether speaking of their extended hours or their
extended boy-cocks. Because of their malnourishment as youngsters, the boys
were quite diminutive, which made them look no more than nine or ten. Ronon
Parker wasn't the only one taking note of the boys' success. EcstasyInc in
Nassau noticed as well, which only served to underline the fact that
despite their impressive success renting out teenaged boyflesh on their
private, naked little island, there was a whole market niche which they had
not yet touched--preteen boys and those who loved them.

Now Ronon had on his hands a third Santos. This one, though quite
attractive sexually, was no preteen wonder-kid. He was not much of a "kid"
at all. Though not quite a man in either age or appearance, he had a
monstrous eight-inch-tall Brazilian cock and a darkly tanned, strikingly
lean, hard, muscular physique to match. He looked more like an ideal guest
than a working boy.

"We're putting you up here for now," Ronon told the three Santos boys as he
stopped the golf cart in which they were riding in front of one of the
island's many overpriced, open-air pavilions.

"WOW...this no packing crate tree house," Andre observed, surveying the
strikingly modern concrete, stone, and steel pleasure pavilion with it's
two cantilevered sleeping wings and central spa lodged between them.

"This is only temporary," Kevin Cox told the boys as he too got out to show
them around their new abode, "until we can work you into the general scheme
of things here."

Even though their lodging was temporary neither Kevin no Ronon had any idea
HOW temporary. That would be up to Kevin's dad, Darin Romeo, the managing
director of EcstasyInc's magical "Land of Ecstasy."

"We fuck now?" Alesandro asked immediately as they climbed the circular
stairs to the main level overlooking the nearby beach.

"Fuck your heart out," Kevin laughed, knowing how much the twins had missed
their big brother and how sexually close the boys had all been before being
separated. "We're giving you a few days off to enjoy each other and get
reacquainted."

"What...reacquainted mean?" Andre questioned, hugging his older brother.

"Like Kevin said, it means time to 'fuck your heart out," Ronon laughed as
Kevin showed the boys the bathroom, the shower, and the workings of the
spa. "You can even eat with the guests over in the dining pavilion." They
had decided it wouldn't be a good idea to mix the Santos boys, especially a
young stud like Mario, in with the regular staff of the island's teenaged
pleasure boys."

"Why TWO beds?" Mario asked in barely discernible English.

"Yeah, Ronon, why two beds?" Kevin questioned.

"Because the singles were all booked," Ronon told his twelve-year-old
husband. "I hope your dad can find someplace for these horny young
cock-teasers...and soon...this place is costing Ecstasy five-hundred a
night in lost revenue."

"I think Cox can afford it," Kevin shrugged, smiling knowingly. Five
hundred, even five MILLION would be considered small change for a company
whose computerized bookkeeping routinely sported dollar signs followed by
up to fifteen digits.

"You're sounding like Colton Cox," Ronon dismissed his husband's
extravagant attitude.

"How would YOU know, you never met the man," Kevin countered, his mind
flashing back to his "other" father, now firmly esconced in a federal
prison in Florida, convicted of a long list of sexual crimes (some of them
involving Kevin).

"You're sounding like a billionaire playboy again, and you don't get that
from your dad's side of the family tree," Ronon told the boy he
loved. Kevin's deceased mother had been the daughter of Jason Cox, the
founder of the trillion-dollar Cox International empire. Colton Cox was her
brother. (It's a long story.)

"Where'd they go?" Kevin looked about.

Ronon nodded toward one of the sleeping wings. The Santos boys were
sprawled nakedly all over the massive bed ravenously demonstrating the
family cocksucking skills.

"Ahhhhhh, isn't that sweet..." Kevin joked. "Maybe we better leave, let
them alone to enjoy some wholesome family time together."

Ronon and Kevin left, not that the Santos boys noticed, or even
cared. Mario was sucking Andre. Andre was sucking Alesandro, and Alesandro
was sucking Mario. The moaning and groaning of their growing sexual
pleasure was also growing in volume. They could be heard from the
street...not that anyone was listening, or would have taken much noticed if
they were. Moaning and groaning in sexual pleasure was pretty much the norm
on Ecstasy, noticed perhaps, but just as quickly ignored.

"AIIAIEIIAEHHAHEHIAIOOAEOIRHEOIAHHHHHHH...I CUMMMMMMMMM..." Mario suddenly
cried out despite his brother's cock in his mouth. It had been two long
traveling days since his last orgasm. This one, with Alesandro's
surprisingly talented lips on his cock, had come all too quickly and
easily. He released his other bother's cock from his mouth and stared in
amazement as Alesandro effortlessly gulped down every last powerful spurt
of his profuse ejaculation of seventeen-year-old boy-cum. "My god,
you....you take it all!" Mario cried in his native language.

"I love cum," Alesandro licked his lips as he released his brother's cock.

"Keep suck me," Andre demanded as he momentarily pulled off Alesandro's
hard, young, boy-cock. "Make me cummmm!"

"You too little," Mario taunted his highly sexually proficient brother.

"SUCK ME AND SEEEEEEE!" Andre cried as he went back to work on Alesandro's
cock.

"AAHHAHHH...ahhahhah...yeah, yeah, yeah, suck it, suck it, suck it good,
suck it hard, suck it fast, make it cum, make it shoot cum, Andre, suck me
off, Andre, suck cock, suck cock, suck hard...oahhhahhh suck hard, suck
hard...ahgheooaoh feel good, feel goooooddd...ahhahahh feel
really...really...reallly...ahghahehhahehrhhhh...oahahhh feel good, ahhahha
make cock feel good. Suck, suck, suck,suck,suck,suck,suck,
sucksucksucksucksucksucksuck...AHAHEIAIEIRIAOEOAIEHROIH...AOGOEIHAHHHAH...GOOEIHAEHHAHE!!!"
Alesandro suddenly cried out as a tidal wave of horrendous orgasmic bliss
washed over him, nearly drowning him in a devastating rush of sexual
pleasure unlike any he'd ever felt before in his young life. "I CUM, I CUM,
I CUM, I CUM, I CUM, I CUMMM...I CUM, I CUM, I
CUMMM...CUMMMMMM...CUMMMMMM!"

"Aaiiaehhghhhhhhghhh you cummmmm..." Andre gasped, comming up spitting and
sputtering at the totally unexpected blast of watery sperm his twin brother
had suddenly ejaculated. A second or third spurt blasted him right in the
face, which he found no more pleasant than the one coating his cocksucking
tongue. "Ohhhhhh fucccckkkk...you cummmm...you cummmed...ahhhhhh
fuckkkkkk!!"

"I CUMMED! I CUMMED! I CUMMED! I FUCKING CUMMMMMMEDDDDDD!" Alexandro cried
out excitedly, as much suprised as his brother by his sudden sexual
initiation into long-awaited puberty.

"Suck me, Mario, suck me, I cum too, I cum too, suck me, suck me,
succcckkkk me," Andre cried in excitement as he frantically, almost
visciously face-fucked his older brother. "I cum too, I cum too, I cum
tooooooooo..."

Mario sucked hard.  Harder and harder, faster and deeper he sucked, filled
with growing excitement at what had just happened, yet also filled with
forboding, unsure if he was really looking forward to a spurting mouthful
of brotherly boycum or not.

"Suck him, Mario, suck his cock, make Andre cum like me!" Alesandro cried
in excitement as he watched his brother get the cocksucking of his
life. "Suck him off, Mario, suck him off, suck him off, suck him
offf...make cum, make cum too, make him make sperm, Mario, suck, suck suck
suck sucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksuck!"

"Suck me, suck me, suck me,
suckme,suckme,suckmesuckmesuckmesuckmesuckmesuckme!" Andre joined his
brother in chanting, hoping the mere sound of his words would be enough to
trigger his first orgasm of puberty. "I close, Mario, I close, I feel cum,
I feel cum...more cum...more cum...I feel it, I feel it, I
feel....feeelllllll...ITTTTT....  ITTTTT...I FEEL IT, I FEEL IT, I FEEL IT,
I FEEL CUM, I FEEL CUM CUMMING, I FEEL CUM CUMMING, CUMMING, I FEEL IT,
FEEL IT, FEEL IT, OHHH FUCK, MARIO, SUCK MY CUM, SUCK MY CUM, SUCK CUM,
SUCK CUM, SUCK MY COCK CUM, SUCK MY COCK CUM, SUCK ME OFF, MARIO, I SAVE
CUM JUST FOR YOU, SUCK MY COCK, SUCK MY CUM SUCK MY CUM!!"

"Sorry," Mario lifted his lips from his little brother's now lifeless cock
and kissed his way up the boy's slender, naked little body. "No
cum...sorry." Then he opened his mouth, smiling, and let his brother's
milky essence drip over the boy's face.

"You CUMMED!" Alesandro cried laughing at Mario's little trick at his
twin's expense. "You cummed TOO! YOU CUMMED TOOOO!!" He joyously licked his
brother's face clean. Andre's cum tasted decidely better than Mario's.