Date: Thu, 4 Apr 2013 02:15:33 -0400 From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com> Subject: The Pharm Boy Chapter 14 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 14 "Toy is on line two," Albert buzzed Darin back some five minutes later. "What? How'd you do that...so fast, I mean?" Darin asked, flabbergasted as his executive assistant's resourcefulness. "Well, first there was the FBI, who sent me to the CIA, then Interpol, then they suggested I call..." Albert began. "Alright, sorry I asked," Darin sighed smiling. "Actually I just called your son," Albert confessed. "Kevin? That's it? You just called Kevin?" Darin laughed in amazement. "I figured since he used to fuck her twice a day, if anyone whould know Toy's number, HE would," Albert explained. "Uhhh...you better talk to her, before she hangs up." "Ohhh...yeah...right..." Darin recovered. "Toy? Is it really YOU?" "No, it's Mata Hari, what the fuck you want?" Toy shot back. "I got your e-mail," Darin told her. "Yeah...so?" Toy asked, obviously as leary of CoxComm eavesdropping as Darin. "I'm working on it," Darin continued. "Your friends liked the idea." "That's good," Toy replied. "We're looking at the personnel side of the problem on this end," Darin spoke cryptically, hoping Toy understood. "I'm waiting for a reply from a couple likely candidates." "Good," Toy said, a note of mild optimism in her voice. "That will determine how fast we can move," Darin went on. "I'm hoping to hear something in a few days, maybe an interview a few days after that. "I hope so, things are pretty uncertain on this end," Toy ventured. "I'll keep you informed," Darin told her. "Which is best for you, phone or e-mail?" "It's nice hearing your voice," Toy answered. "Okay, talk to you later," Darin told her, knowing if they kept the conversation short, it was less likely to attract attention. "Later," Toy replied then hung up. Apparently, Toy had decided phone calls were less likely to be intercepted than e-mail, which Darin had instinctively felt as well. "ALBERT!" Darin yelled as soon as he hung up. "What? No phone sex?" Albert asked as he stuck his head in the door. "How many times have I screamed and yelled at you for listening in?" "Screamed, 335; yelled, 221; mildly berated 134," Albert told him dryly. "Make that 135 now," Darin told him. "Actually, I was hoping it was you, not some CoxComm spy." "Not that it would have done them any good," Albert told his boss. "Even I didn't know what the fuck you were talking about." "Like hell, you knew EXACTLY what we were talking about," Darin cut him no slack. "Listen, I want you to use your vast intelligence network to keep me informed as to the whereabouts of Jim Loin on a daily basis...hourly if he shows up in Nassau." "That'll cost you two blowjobs and a jackoff," Albert joked dryly. "By the way, he's at his crib in Malibu today and tomorrow, then off to...Hong Kong, Abu Dhabi, Rome, maybe London if the pound looks shakey." "God, you're good," Darin sighed as Albert closed the door. If Albert was right, they might have a week before the old man made it the long way around the world to Nassau. --------- "Who was that?" Diamond asked as Toy hung up the phone and returned to sucking his cock. "An old friend," Toy told him on the upstroke. "Didn't sound very friendly to me," Diamond replied, heaving his thin, naked loins and hard, throbbing, boy-cock repeatedly in her face. "It wasn't," Toy said, the boy's cock still in her mouth. "Tink know about this guy?" Diamond questioned, a wicked grin on his stunningly beautiful face. "How you know it was a guy?" Toy asked between strokes. "Your nipples got hard when you started talking," Diamond noted. "Last I knew, you weren't bisexual." "That's how much YOU know," Toy told the boy. "Anyone I know?" "Hey, jabberbox, you want sucked off or you wanna play fifty questions?" Toy decided to call a halt to the boy's prying. She suspected that the techies at Cox Pharm could hear every word of their conversation. For all she knew, they might be DIRECTING Diamond's questions. She'd long suspected the boy was "bugged." Toy didn't mind the lab rats listening in on their sexual encounters, but she knew in Darin's decision to call her, rather than simply answer her e-mail, that whatever he might be trying to do in getting her Kevin and Ronon must require some degree of secrecy. It hadn't been Darin or his voice that had made her nipples hard, it was the prospect of once more feeling Kevin's rampaging young boycock diving into her cunt that so turned her on. "Enough of this, I want you to fuck me," she decided. Diamond was good, one hard, hot, cunt fucker, but he was not Kevin. In fact, he was barely a poor substitute. "Come on, do it, I want fucked." "What flavor?" Diamond sighed as his curiosity was stymied. "What flavor? What the hell difference does THAT make?" Joy snapped sharply. "I want fucked, not a fountain soft drink." "What's a fountain soft drink?" Diamond asked, revealing a gap in his learning software, even as he entered her. "Don't talk, FUCK!" Toy ordered as she opened her cunt wider and wider to accept his growing boy-cock feeling it expand to eight, nine, ten, almost eleven inches. "Big enough? Took big?" Diamond's comfort survey sub-program kicking in. "Fine...just fine, now use that cock, fuck-boy, use that cock, use that, cock, fuck me with it, fuck me, fuck me, fuck the hell outta me, boy, yeah, oh yeahhh....ohhh yeah, harder, faster, yeah, yeah, ohhhahhah god, yeahhhh...yeah, yeah, Kevin, gboehaoierhoiho fuck, feels good, feels good, feels..." "Kevin?" Diamond asked in surprise. Toy froze in mid-stroke. "That who it was on the phone?" Diamond guessed wrong. "None of your Mothafuckin' business," Toy recovered, throwing her slender groin into high gear. "I don't have a mother." Diamond went off track. "Figure of speech," Toy sighed, knowing such an explanation might satisfy Diamond, but it definitely would NOT satisfy his handlers across the island. If they were half as smart as her electric dildo, they'd realize something was afoot and seek to pry open her plans and motives. "Ohhhhhahhahh god, Diamond, love your cock, boy, ohahhhah hyeah, yeah, yeah, baby, fuck me with it, fuck me, fuck me, really fuck me, deeper, deeper, harder, faster, ohhh yeah, yeah, more, more, give it to me, give me our cum, ohhhhh fuck, give me your cummm!" "What flavor?" Diamon asked once more as his pounding pelvis moved at an astounding pace, driving his massive sexual pleasure probed to the max. "Hot tamale terror!" Toy cried out in sarcastic sexual passion, her pleasure driving her out of her head with erotic bliss. "Sorry, that flavor does not exist," Diamond reported lustlessly. "I do have Taco Bell Burrito flavor, though." "You shit head, would you just fuckin' FUCK me and forget about your damned semon system?" Toy cried in frustration, even as she suppressed the urge to laugh at the boy's newest flavor. Diamond was a gorgeous masterpiece of genetic sexual design and engineering but his conversational software sucked sadly. He might look and sound and fuck like a fourteen year old sex-starved school boy but the kid was woefully in need revamping as to his pillow-talk. He not only FUCKED like a machine, he was forever TALKING like one too. "My head is not made of shit. What is shit?" "Human excrement, now do it to me, baby, can the conversation and give me an orgasm," Toy cried out in dismay. "I want to cum...I want and orgasm, I NEED an orgasm, ohhhahhh fuck, ohhfhhfh fuck, do I need it, I need it, yes, yes, yes, Diamond, yes, fuck me, boy, fuck my cunt..." She'd almost said ass, which would have triggered a painful shift in his sexual respones programming. "That is disgusting," Diamond noted as the powerful, heaving, thrusting movements of his cock were completely divorced from his innate curiosity and the gaping holes in his learning. "You gonna fuckin' CUM or not?" Toy cried in frustration at the boy's conversational ineptitude. "I'm cumming. I'M FUCKIN' CUMMING...no flavor selected...I'M FUCKIN CUMMING, I'M FUCKIN' CUMMING. Default flavor is chocolate creme today. SHOOTING CHOCOLATE CREME, YEAH, OH YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, SHOOTING, SHOOOTING IT, SHOOTING IT. You like chocolate creme?" "OHAHHHHAHHH FUCCCKKK....OHHAHHHFUCK, DIAMOND, DRIVIN' ME...OAOHGEIAOIHER GOD, FEELING IT, OHGHAHEHHRH MY GODDD...FEELS GOOD, FEELS GOOD, OGHAOIEHROH FUCK, DIAMOND, FUCK ME, KEEP FUCKIN' ME, HOAOEIHOIHER FUCK YEAH, YEAH, SOOOO FUCKIN' GOOD, AOGHEAHEHRHHAHEHRHHGHH!!" Toy cried out again and again as her orgasm plastered her to the sheets beneath the young Adonis' ecstatic sexual onslaught. "Had enough?" Diamond asked, questioning Toy as to whether he should shut down his libido accelerator. "Enough," Toy breathed as she felt her pleasure peak pass. "You were very good Diamond, I enjoyed your cock immensely. "Thank you for choosing me to flavor your sexual ecstasy." Diamond reacted as programmed. "Hey, listen, you horny perverts over in the comp center, I know you can hear me," Toy began. "First of all I want you to mind your own fuckin' business and delete the 'Pry and Spy' program from his list of many talents. That one he's not very good at. In fact, he SUCKS! You get that nerd-boys, not just 'Pry and Spy' but his whole horizontal conversational programming really sucks. He talks like a fourteen-year-old COMPUTER. Maybe GUYS don't care much about coital conversation but GIRLS do...WOMEN...female clients, we CARE." ------------------ "We got a problem," Dr. Mark Abrams said to Mike Warren as they passed in the hall outside one of the Level Five mind formulation labs the next morning. "Oh?" Mike reacted in surprise and dismay. If anyone was on top of Project Peter Pan, he would have guessed it to be Dr. Abrams. "Follow me," Mark ordered tersely, obviously in no mood for light conversation. "What's up?" Dr. Warren asked as he followed Mark through an electronically unlocked door into the nerd playpen to end all nerd playpens. "We're not ready to go into production on schedule next week," Dr. Abrams said simply. "Nor, will we be any time soon." "Seriously?" "VERY seriously. One of the most important demands EcstasyInc is making on us is that the Adonis units be transparently human." Mark began. They don't want any of their clients knowing their beautiful, naked, young sexsations are half human and half...human formulated." "So?" Mike questioned. "We can't do it," Mark asserted firmly. "The brains...excuse me, the MINDS...they aren't up to it." "I thought that was just a software problem, that you had all that well under control," Mike replied in concern. "You said you were working on it and you'd be ready when the physiology department was ready to start formulation." "Well...dammit, I was wrong," Abrams shook his head in dispair. "Here, listen to this." He moused to a still image of Diamond on his computer screen and clicked on "play." "I don't have a mother." "Figure of speech." "Ohhhhhahhahh god, Diamond, love your cock, boy, ohahhhah hyeah, yeah, yeah, baby, fuck me with it, fuck me, fuck me, really fuck me, deeper, deeper, harder, faster, ohhh yeah, yeah, more, more, give it to me, give me our cum, ohhhhh fuck, give me your cummm!" "What flavor?" "Hot tamale terror!" "Sorry, that flavor does not exist, I do have Taco Bell Burrito flavor, though." "You shit head, would you just fuckin' FUCK me and forget about your damned semon system?" "My head is not made of shit. What is shit?" "Human excrement, now do it to me, baby, can the conversation and give me an orgasm, I want to cum...I want and orgasm, I NEED an orgasm, ohhhahhh fuck, ohhfhhfh fuck, do I need it, I need it, yes, yes, yes, Diamond, yes, fuck me, boy, fuck my cunt..." "That is disgusting," "You gonna fuckin' CUM or not?" "I'm cumming. I'M FUCKIN' CUMMING...no flavor selected...I'M FUCKIN CUMMING, I'M FUCKIN' CUMMING. Default flavor is chocolate creme today. SHOOTING CHOCOLATE CREME, YEAH, OH YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, SHOOTING, SHOOOTING IT, SHOOTING IT. You like chocolate creme?" "OHAHHHHAHHH FUCCCKKK....OHHAHHHFUCK, DIAMOND, DRIVIN' ME...OAOHGEIAOIHER GOD, FEELING IT, OHGHAHEHHRH MY GODDD...FEELS GOOD, FEELS GOOD, OGHAOIEHROH FUCK, DIAMOND, FUCK ME, KEEP FUCKIN' ME, HOAOEIHOIHER FUCK YEAH, YEAH, SOOOO FUCKIN' GOOD, AOGHEAHEHRHHAHEHRHHGHH!!" "Had enough?" "Enough. You were very good Diamond, I enjoyed your cock immensely." "Thank you for choosing me to flavor your sexual ecstasy." "Hey, listen, you horny perverts over in the comp center, I know you can hear me. First of all I want you to mind your own fuckin' business and delete the 'Pry and Spy' program from his list of many talents. That one he's not very good at. In fact, he SUCKS! You get that nerd-boys, not just 'Pry and Spy' but his whole horizontal conversational programming really sucks. He talks like a fourteen-year-old COMPUTER. Maybe GUYS don't care much about coital conversation but GIRLS do...WOMEN...female clients, we CARE." Mark clicked on the mouse to end Toy's tirade. "She's right. He sounds like a computer that's fourteen years out of date." "Not transparently human, to say the least," Mike agreed. "Still, it looks like a software problem to me, can't you just...I know your people are not the most sexually creative team of nerds ever assembled...but can't you just give the kid some street smarts, listen to how fourteen-year-old hormonal fuck-buddies talk and..." "We've more or less done all that. I thought that was all we NEEDED to do but..." Abrams told Mike. "You've met the boy, to talk to him, to be around him, he sounds like your typical...hormonal fuck-buddy, as you put it..." "Right..." "UNTIL..." Abrams paused. "Until you or Toy starts stressing his sensory inputs, until he starts becoming orgasmic, then his conversational horizontal programming goes out the fuckin' WINDOW and he reverts to basal computerese. His CPUs were PEGGED during all that. You heard him, "what flavor do you want? That flavor does not exist. Default flavor is chocolate creme." "Can't you just kill the semonic flavor routine?" Mike questioned. "Dammit, you're missing my whole point!" Abrams exploded. "Fuckin' MDs..." he shook his head. "That's just the SYMPTOM of the problem! All the fuckin'...MINDS...we've been turning out over there are functionally inadequate." "Not smart enough?" Mike suggested. "NO! Not FAST enough." Mark nearly shouted in frustration. "Once they start fuckin' their balls off the sensual input becomes so overwhelming...remember, their dicks are HUMAN, not digital. We estimate between a hundred thousand and half a million sensual receptors just on the head of Diamond's fuckin' PRICK." "You thinking of scrapping the...what, hundred...hundred and fifty minds you've got stored away over there?" Mike asked, hoping he'd not arrived at Dr. Abrams' disturbing conclusion. "One-hundred and seventy-eight as of an hour ago," Abrams eyed Mike sharply. "At the very least I'm gonna have to shut down production indefinitely. "Indefinitely?" Mike repeated. "How long is indefinitely?" "I wish you'd quit asking stupid fuckin' questions!" Mark shot back. "Indefinitely means indefinitely!" "That would mean furloughing the production team...nearly two hundred workers," Mike reasoned. "Cox would never sit still for them...sitting still, jackin' their dicks while you fuckers build a better brain." "We've GOT a...better brain...as you put it...faster, octometric CPUs..." "The heat problem..." Mike recalled from his earlier visit to the factory. "Who told you about that?" Dr. Abrams shot back in alarm. "What? That you fried a kid's brain the other day?" Mike countered. "This is Cox Pharm, remember? You were the people who originated 'pry and spy.' Well, let me tell ya, it works both ways." Mike reached for the phone hanging on the computer console. He punched in 784. "What are you doing?" Mark asked in alarm. "Give me Myra Johnson," Mike said tersely. "This is Myra." "This is Dr. Warren. Shut down the production line." "Shut it down?" "That's right shut it down," Mike repeated. "Give everyone the rest of the day off and tell them to take tomorrow off too." "This does not sound good," Myra opinionated. "What about the work in production?" "Scrap it," Mike told her, then hung up. "I don't think I could have done that," Mark sighed sitting down in his console seat in defeat. "Stand up!" Mike ordered. Mark looked up at him strangely then tiredly got back up. "You and your team have 48 hours to come up with a heat sink for your Level Three minds, to test it...activate it and test it again at an ORGASMIC level...half a million sensory inputs. Make damned fuckin' SURE it WORKS!" Mike told his director of digital imaging. "If you want to FRY something, stick to EGGS. Pull the best minds you can find from...wherever you can find them, do what it takes. I was hired to not just get this project moving but to KEEP it moving. I want a brain and the software inside it sufficient so that the new and improved model Adonis can shoot his cum and not sound like a fuckin' Commodore-64." Dr. Abrams looked at him blandly, sadness creeping into his face. He was more accustomed to issuing ultimatums than confronting them. "We gonna build a new boy around this new brain?" "We don't have fuckin' TIME for that," Mike shot back. "I Can't leave a couple hundred, production workers at fifty-bucks-an-hour over there twiddling their dicks for two weeks while you fuckers build a new boy. But rest assured that...yes, we will be testing your Level Three brain between the sheets, and if you value your job around here, we'd better not need a FIRE EXTINGUISHER!" Mike stormed out of the lab, then punched back in and stuck his head around the door. "And can the semonic flavor system and 'pry and spy.' That should give you a few gigs of memory to play with." When Mike got back to his office Hanson was waiting on him, sitting at his desk. "You should have seen it, the roof just blew off the bunker over there...like the Fourth of July, only sexier." "Bad news travels fast, get me Toy Tinker on the phone," Mike ordered his assistant, in no mood for the kid's light, melodramatic fare. "And, if she's fuckin' some kid, interrupt her." "Okay, but then I'm going next door to see how high the roof of the computer center can fly," Hanson insisted. "Hello, Mike, this is Toy. What's happening?" "You and Diamond still...testing?" Mike asked. "Not since yesterday...I take it you listened in?" Toy guessed. "Ohhhh yeah...me and half...probably by now...ALL CompCenter congregation," Mike told her, his voice now starting to lose it's edge. "You two put on quite a show. Sorry to intrude on your privacy." "Did my message get through?" Toy asked almost fearfully. "Listen, Toy...first of all, thanks," Mike told her. "You brought Abrams down off his fuckin' high horse with quite a thud. The thing is we need you and Diamond over here immediately. I'm starting work on a Level Five security clearance for you and Diamond...unless he's still cleared for Level Five...anyway, I'm gonna have your friendly, neighborhood, computer nerds picking your brains for the next...several hours, at least." "Gees, I didn't mean to upsent anyone's apple cart," Toy reacted in dismay. "Girl, you just upset EVERYONE'S apple cart," Mike informed her. "Now we need you and Diamond over here to pick up the fruit."