Date: Sun, 7 Apr 2013 01:35:58 -0400
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Pharm Boys Chapter 15

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 15


Ronon Parker stood naked at the top of the steps from the flight deck
leading down to the arrivals lobby of the Ecstasy Island heliport. He
watched as one of the large, white, EcstasyInc choppers gently set down on
one of the four giant "H" markings blinking brightly in the late afternoon
sun. A moment later he saw the twins emerge, Buff and Boff, whose real
names he'd learn were Bryan and Ryan Kauffmann, though he wasn't sure which
one was which they were so alike. Both were naked except for identical
denim cutoffs, which somehow made them look sexier than had they doffed
them before landing. He rushed forward, greeting the two
twenty-one-year-old boys, hugging and kissing them profusely.

"Fuck, I'm sooo glad to see you two," Ronon gushed as the twins returned
his warm, sexual greeting, both their cocks obviously straining at the
tight, well-worn fabric of their sole garments.

"So it would appear," one of the boys noted, fondling Ronon's magically
hard boy-cock.

"You wanna fuck here or shall we go below," the other twin joked as he
started peeling out of his shorts even before they headed downstairs.

"It's a little windy up here," Ronon joked as the chopper that had dropped
the boys off once more took to the sky with a rapid, "womp, womp, womp"
that all but drowned out his shouted words.

"Too noisy, too," the now-naked twin laughed, "no one could hear me when I
cry, I'm cumming, I'm cummming."

"Where the boss?" his brother asked once they got down the the arrivals
lobby where he quickly ridded himself of his shorts as well. "Where's our
illustrious host, Shakespear's famed Romeo?"

"He sent me," Ronon smiled, "he figured you'd rather be met by someone
sexier."

"He was right about that," one twin said as he suddenly pulled Ronon in his
arms and kissed him passionately as his brother sank to his knees between
them and started sucking Ronon's cock.

"Which one are you?" Ronon finally had to ask as their lips parted.

"Does it matter?" his kisser asked, then kissed him some more.

"Buff, right?" Ronon though he remembered being kissed like that once
before by a twin by that name.

"You remembered," Buff smiled. "Man, wish you had TWO cocks...one apiece.

"I wish I did too," Ronon murmurred between his lips as he felt Boff
sucking him hard and fast.

Some heliport workers took note of their having sex there in the middle of
the arrivals lobby but only for a moment, barely long enough for a smile to
arrive and then depart their faces. Inasmuch as wildly rampant man-to-boy
sexual pleasure was the whole purpose of Ecstasy Island, such displays were
not all that unusual. What was unusual was that all three participants were
so spectacularly good looking.

"I'd forgotten how cute you are," Buff sighed as the kisses exchanged
between them became longer and deeper. "You've got to be the prettiest boy
on he island."

"Maybe, until you two arrived," Ronon spoke diplomatically. "Ohhhhh fuck,
your brother's about to suck me off, aooaohah godddddddd!"

"The cum-hungry fucker, he always gets the tastiest loads," Buff complained
as the two of them looked down between them, watching Boff do his stuff.

"I was about to suggest taking turns but I don't know if I could stand TWO
orgasms like I'm starting to feel come around right now," Ronon gasped as
his naked, little boy-body reacted achingly to what Boff was doing to his
cock.

"You take your Duranol before coming over?" Buff asked as he once more
attacked Ronon's lips with his own.

"One every morning, whether I need it or not," Ronon said. "That seems to
be my major duty around here any more, sucking and getting sucked...ten to
twenty times a day. Ohhhh my god, that feels goooooooddd..."

"I take it your boss is something of a cock hound," Buff suggested.

"Who? Darin? When would he find the time?" Ronon joked. "Yeah, sure, maybe
once a day he takes a shot or two but mostly it's other guys. I'm kind of
his...I do his dirty work for him...hiring, firing, meeting horny twins at
the heliport, getting sucked off by everyone I meet, that sort of shit."

"Gettin' close?" Buff asked as they watched Boff suck voraciously on
Ronon's hard, throbbing, young boy-cock.

"Ohhhhhh shit, fuck yes, getting close. Ohhhh man, feels good, aoghahhehah
fuck, fuck, fuck, gonna suck me, off, man, gonna fuckin' suck me off, gonna
do it to me, gonna make me cum, aoghehaeh yeah, yeah, feels good feels
good, ghahherh fuck, suck me, suck that fucker, goaheooiaheorh yeah, yeah,
yeahhhhhh..."

"Do it to him, bro, suck his cock, suck the kid off, make him cum, make him
shoot, ohhh yeah, yeah, he's gettin' there, gonna make him cum, I can tell,
ohhahahh god, suck him, suck him, succcckkkkk himmmm," Buff urged his
brother on.

"Oahhahhaheh god, he's good, aogheoaiehr fuck, gonna do it to me...any
second...gettin' there, gettin' closer, closer and...closer
and...and...OOAHHHHAHHHRHEHHH FUCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK...AGEHAHEHRHHHHHHAHHA GOD,
FUCCCCCKKKKK...GEHAHHAHH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, SUCK IT, SUCK IT, SUCK MY COCK,
SUCK ME OFF, SUCK ME OFF, SUCK ME, SUCK ME,
SUCKMESUCKMESUCKMESUCKME...AHGHAHHEH GOD, FEELS GOOD, MAKIN' ME CUM, MAKIN'
ME CUM SOOOO AHGHAHEHRHHH HARD, GHHOEOAEIRHHHH, GOD, FEELS GOOD, FEELS
GOOD, SHOOTIN' MY CUM, SUCKIN' MY CUM RIGHT UP FROM MY BALLS, MAN,
OAOHGHAHEHH FUCCCCKKKK...FUCCCCKKKK...GHAEOIAHEORIH GOD, YEAH, YEAH,KEEP
SUCKIN' ME, KEEP SUCKIN', KEEP SUCKIN', AHGOEAIEHORHIO FUCK, FEELS GOOD,
FEELS GOOD, FEEEEELLLLSSS SOOOOO GOOOODDDDDdddd!!!"

"HEYYYYY, you two fuckers mollesting my husband?" Kevin cried as he entered
the arrivals lounge through the glass doors leading from the beach where
the golf carts for arriving visitors were parked.

"Ohhhhh man, Kevin, fuck, great to see you again!" Buff cried, deserting
Ronon and pulling Kevin into his arms, kissing him with the same rampaging
passion he had Ronon. "Now we can fuckin' mollest YOU too!"

"Whoa, no time," Kevin held first Buff, then Boff at bay. "Just time to run
you two over to your favorite guest pavillion then dad wants to see you for
dinner at the...executive mansion..."

"Executive mansion?!" Boff laughed as he rose to his feet and kissed Kevin
wetly, Ronon's cum still dripping from the corners of his mouth.

"He hates when we call it the 'White House'," Kevin greeted the second
twin.

"Should we wear white tie?" Buff joked.

"I don't think it'll be that formal," Ronon laughed as the four of them
headed for the door and the golf carts parked outside.

"Good, cause I didn't bring mine," Boff laughed.

"We might tie a bow with a white ribbon around you dick," Kevin suggested
as they piled into the hot pink conveyance.

"That wouldn't violate the almighty dress code around here?" Buff joked as
they lurched off, Kevin driving.

"Ohhhh, thanks for the blowjob, by the way," Ronon told Boff politely, best
cum I've had all day." It wasn't, but Boff didn't have to know that. He had
a long way to go to beat Kevin in that department.

"What's all this about a job here for the two of us?" Buff asked as they
headed toward Guest Pavillion #2.

"I think we better let dad talk to you about that," Kevin
demured. "Wouldn't want to ruin it for him.  He's become quite the drama
queen recently."

"OUR Dad would just absolutely shit a concrete BLOCK if we took a job
here," Boff laughed joyously.

"TWO of'em, one a piece," Buff agreed. "Tell your dad, whatever it is,
we'll DO it."

"You work cheap. Just two concrete blocks?" Ronon laughed. Being around the
twins was one of the most enjoyable experiences he could recall.

"I probably shouldn't tell you this, but don't be too eager," Kevin
advised. "Hold out for your own golf carts. One apiece."

"I thought EcstasyInc usually hired from within," Buff questioned
seriously.  "I mean, we're a little old to become working boys.  I could
probably pass for sixteen but Boff...he's starting to get a little long in
the tooth."

"You were OUR idea," Ronon confessed. "You come highly recommended, don't
let us down."

"You two done with school now?" Kevin asked as they drew up in front of
Guest Pavillion #2.

"Commencement was last Saturday," Boff told them. "We got our BS degrees,
which means we're now officially BSers."

"We can BS with the best of'em," Buff agreed. "Of course, we learned to do
that from the old man, so I guess we didn't learn much in class."

"Your dad know you're here?" Ronon asked as they climbed to the upper level
of the pavillion where the twins dropped off a small duffle bag and took
turns relieving themselves from the long chopper flight from Nassau.

"Hell no!" Buff cried, laughing. "Fuck no, he'd give birth to a longhorned
steer if he did."

"Ouch," Kevin winced.

"We're officially celebrating our graduation," Boff announced. "He thinks
were in South Beach gettin' drunk."

"He thinks we're going back to school this fall to get MBAs," Buff told
them.

"That means Master-Bators Annonymous," Boff explained. "Can someone tell me
why we're still standin' around her bullshittin', I'm fuckin' gettin'
hungry."

"Yeah, what's on the menu for the state dinner?" Buff questioned anxiously.

"Rare butt steak, I believe," Ronon joked as they headed back downstairs to
the golf carts and the short hop to the "Executive Mansion."

-------------

Dr. Mike Warren was late. He'd taken a golf cart over to the Tinkertoy
Academy and there picked up Toy Tinker and the illustrious Diamond, which
he presented with their upgraded Level Five security clearances. Diamond,
like any other teenaged boy, enjoyed the breezy mad dash back across the
island to the Bristol-Cox Research Facility where Mike rushed them through
security to a meeting room on the fourth floor overlooking the pool.

Hanson met them at the door to the conference room. "They've already
begun."

"Sorry we're late," Mike appologized briskly as he whisked in with Toy,
Hanson, and Diamond, his presence, as well as theirs, startling Dr. Abrams,
Dr. Estes, and all their PhD. flunkies assembled around a large oak table,
causing something of a stir as the five men and two women moved to find
seats and make room for them at the table.

"Dr. Warren, I...we weren't expecting you...we would have waited if
we'd..." Mark Abrams began.

"Gentlemen...ladies...I think we all know one another here so I won't waste
our time making introductions," Mike interrupted, taking command of the
meeting from Dr. Abrams. "I will say briefly, for the sake of Toy and
Diamond, that we're embarked on a project...Project Peter Pan...to
formulate young boys like Diamond here...to mass produce them...for use as
sexual playthings for rich young gay men at our sister company, EcstasyInc
at their various exclusive resort islands. Until yesterday, we were
proceding on schedule with only minor hitches in hopes of beginning within
the next week to ten days."

"That soon?" Toy gasped in surprise.

"Not any more," Mike said simply. "Last night, we
discovered...determined...that our production model, Diamond here,
was...how should I put this...no offense to you, son...we have found him to
be...mentally deficient."

"I'm stupid?" Diamond reacted.

"NO!" Mike insisted sharply. "In a manner of speaking, WE'RE the stupid
ones. We've been expecting you to do too much with too little. It's not
that you're...stupid...as you put it, you're not. You're very
intelligent. The problem is your manmade mind is not FAST enough, not
powerful enough to handle all the PLEASURE, your magnificent young cock is
able to send its way. And when that happens, your mind tries to compensate
by reducing or simplifying your cognitive functions, specifically your
speech patterns. That, according to our Ecstasy-imposed performance
objectives, is unacceptable. EcstasyInc insists that the units we formulate
and send them appear and behave like ordinary...though extremely
sexual...fourteen-year-old boys. Last night, in testing Diamond under
orgasmic stress, Toy demonstrated that his Level-Two mind does NOT meet
Ecstasy's specifications. Now, is everyone up to date at this point?"

"No," Toy told them softly. "We talking about another software fix or..."

"No, I wish it were that simple," Dr. Abrams interrupted her, somewhat
disturbed by the fact she was even in the room. "We're talking about a
whole new brain, bigger, more powerful, what we call a Level-Three mind."

"Like Benny's?" Diamond startled them all.

"Benny?  Who's Benny?" Toy reacted.

"Benny died." Diamond said softly, tears forming in his eyes. "He wasn't
even born yet and he died."

"Toy, Benny was the name we gave to a Level-Three mind we were testing,"
Dr. Abrams gently told Toy.

"Ohhhh my godddd..." Dr. Steven Livingston from the physiology section
gasped in surprise. "He knows!"

There was silence around the table. "Diamond...tell us...HOW did you know
about Benny's...death?" Dr. Abrams softly questioned the boy.

"We were good friends. He told me," Diamond said simply.

"But...but how...you two have never..." Dr. Livingston probed.

"I just knew him...we talked...we were friends. Now he's dead. Program
terminated. Reboot impossible. CPU overload." Diamond choked back tears,
his voice under stress. "Am I going to burn up too?"

"Wait a minute. You...you communicated with...with Benny's mind?"
Dr. Abrams tried to be gentle with the boy but the surprise and dismay at
what Diamond had inadvertantly revealed did little to comfort the young
teen.

Diamond nodded, wordlessly, wiping tears from his eyes.

"As I said before, Oh, my goddddd..." Dr. Livingston repeated as Diamond
confirmed his earlier realization.

"No, Diamond, you're NOT going to burn up too," Mike hugged the naked young
boy next to him. "No one here is going to hurt you. We may do some more
testing, but...we're not about to...burn up another mind..." he added,
looking about at those who'd destroyed Benny.

Dr. Livingston studied a hand-held recording divice. "I think we've just
seen Diamond's problem demonstrated. The stress over the death of
his...'friend'...has once more pegged his CPU...we saw it revert to basal
programming."

"Gentlemen, I don't know WHY you should be so surprised that Diamond knew
of Benny's...demise. You can communicate with HIS mind, right?" Mike
continued as Toy did her best to comfort the bereaved young teen. "I don't
know WHY you should be surprised that like minds...remember, Benny was
Level Three...that they should be able to communicate with one another in a
similar manner."

"I've seen it a few times," Toy startled them by saying. "I never reported
it. I thought it was my imagination...some of the boys...seem to
be...well...telepathic, I guess you could say. It was subtle...little
things...two boys suddenly start laughing for no apparent reason...or in
one case, crying. Tink told me about a case where two boys seemed to be
arguing yet neither of them said a word. I think in every case, they were
clones with implants..."

"Level One minds...wonder what their range is?" Dr. Estes pondered.

"This is all very interesting and no doubt holds great promise for further
research, but it gets us NOWHERE in solving our immediate problem,"
Dr. Gary Harrison of the computer center noted with no small degree of
frustration. "How do we prevent more...Benny incidents? It's obvious we
have to move up to a more powerful, third-generation mind, but how do we
help its owner...keep his cool, so to speak?"

"In dealing with computers, there have traditionally been two methods of
cooling them, air and water," Dr. Alec Michaels of the computer center
explained needlessly. "Air is obviously out of the question. We can't hide
a fan in each ear or stick one up his nose. The human brain is cooled by
fluids...blood, which is, in turn, cooled by water AND air. We've been
trying to reproduce the same effect, which, apparently is insufficient for
the powerful processors in the Level Three mind."

"Doctor, we canNOT reinvent the Level Three mind with your new, somewhat
cooler, processors," Abrams intoned, realizing where his colleague was
going. There isn't TIME in the first place, nor can the physical
constraints on the brain's SIZE accomodate them in the second place, and in
the third place, we'd gain only a very modest reduction in heat generated."

"But they ARE faster," Dr. Michaels insisted, "and we're making good
progress in miniaturization."

"You're making SLOW progress," Abrams corrected.

"I have an idea," a bright young face from the far end of the table spoke
up almost timidly.

"Yes, Joshua?" Abrams raised one eyebrow, but nonetheless gave him the
floor.

"My name is Josh Delecourt. I'm new here," the boyish looking
twenty-something began. "I'm probably the only non-PhD here except for
Diamond and Toy, of course. In any case, it seems to me you're going at
this all wrong."

"Very well, please illucidate," Dr. Abrams looked at him askance.

"You're trying to imitate nature," Josh continued. "Yet, your high-powered,
overheating CPUs most certainly do NOT imitate nature. The ironic thing is
that we all live and work every day in the midst of a solution."

"I beg your pardon?" Dr. Estes asked skeptically.

"It's hot here on...uhh...Bristol Island, right?"

"Yeah, so?" Abrams reacted to the obvious.

"How do we keep cool?"

"You want to...air-condition a Level Three mind?" Abrams laughed.

"Freon?" Dr. Estes went a step further?

"Neither," Josh told them. "Fraxon."

"Fraxon?" Abrams reacted, mystified.

"Uhhh...sir, it's the gas CoxChem invented...it keeps our super-computers
cool," Dr. Livingston informed them.

"It does?" Abrams said in surprise.

"The problem is, Mr. Delacourt, such cooling still requires an air exchange
or some kind of fluid exchange that would be impossible to miniaturize
sufficiently," Dr. Livingston continued. "...even if we had the
time...which we don't."

"Wait...with all due respect, Dr. Livingston, I don't want to
'air-condition' I want to refrigerate," Josh insisted. "It would appear no
one here knows much about Fraxon."

Those around the table looked at one another and shrugged. Josh was right
on that score.

"Fraxon is an inert gas. No pump, no active heat exchange. Fraxon doesn't
COOL the brain, it keeps it from getting hot in the first place. Actually
refrigerating would be putting it mildly. Fraxon would more accurately
FREEZE the brain," Josh asserted.

"Wait a minute...I'm no expert on refrigerants, but don't they ALL require
pressurization?" Dr. Estes asked.

"They do, and Fraxon is no exception," Josh continued.

"And just HOW, pray tell, do you intend to pressurize this...this Fraxon
inside a boy's head?" Abrams move to the next logical problem.

"Titanium," Josh gave a one-word replay. He reached in his briefcase and
removed a silvery cylinder about the size one a pint container, then rolled
it the length of the table to Dr. Abrams.

"Titanium, I take it," Dr. Abrams picked up the container, then passed it
to Dr. Estes, who passed it to Mike.

"It's light," Mike observed. It weighed little more than an aluminum soda
can.

"And strong," Josh added. "Fraxon is a high pressure coolant. We simply
mold a containment in the shape of your Level Three brain, pressurize it,
seal it, implant it--problem solved."

"I wish," Abrams countered. You have any idea how many input/output leads a
Level Three mind demands. The pressure would never hold, even assuming we
could get such a...containment...into a boy's head."

"No wires," Josh countered. "You were just discussing the solution to that
problem, broadband brain waves. Simply hide a receiver and retransmitter
elsewhere inside the boy's body if you feel you MUST maintain contact with
the unit at all times, which I question. In any case, his motor functions
could all be governed from an onboard sequencer OUTSIDE the brain
containment."

"Whew!" Livingston mopped his brow. "You're asking a fuckin' LOT. What
about the size problem?"

"Unless I'm mistaken, you grow the head around the brain, right?" Josh
argued.

"Yes, but the Level Three mind is already pushing the limits as to
size. It's some six percent larger than a Level Two," Dr. Estes
complained. "Even as thin as this...titanium thing is, That's going to jump
to...ohhh...I'd guess at least a TEN percent increase in size."

"Hide it with hair," Toy suggested, breaking her silence.

"Hair?" Even Mike was startled.

"Go on, increase the size of the head, then give him a fluffy
hairdo...which isn't really as fluffy as it looks, to retain the appearance
of a fourteen-year-old boy, Toy reasoned quite logically.

"Toy, strange as it sounds, that's not a bad idea," Dr. Abrams
congratulated her. "With the size of the heat sinks we've been playing
with, we'll probably have to resort to something like that."

"Or move up to a Level FOUR mind," Josh from the other end of the table
suggested.

"What?" nearly half those present reacted as if he'd suggested the boy
communicate via speech balloons.

"Look, the Level Four units, as I understand them, are miniaturized to such
an extent that they're actually twenty-five percent SMALLER than the Level
Three brains, right?" Josh suggested.

"Yes, and the price we pay for that miniaturizaion is a TWO-HUNDRED percent
heat increase," Dr. Abrams complained.

"Which pressurized Fraxon can handle," Josh claimed.

Around the table, there was silence.

"I guess it'd be worth a try," Dr. Estes finally pronounced
judgment. "Unless someone else has a better idea."

"Beats my ceramic heat sink all to hell," Dr. Harrison surrendered.

"A Level Four mind would certainly eliminate orgasmic overload,"
Dr. Livingston admitted.

Dr. Estes slumped in his leather chair. "But do we need...or want...a bunch
of naked toy-boys running around...fuckin' around, with IQs of 150 or
higher?"

Mike shook his head, smiling. "Let's let EcstasyInc worry about that."