Date: Sun, 14 Apr 2013 01:04:32 -0400
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Pharm Boys Chapter 17

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 17


"Well, how do ya think that went?" Mike Warren asked his teenaged assistant
as he, Diamond, and Toy Tinker left the conference room heading back toward
Mike's office.

"You're asking ME?" Hanson sighed. "You're the director, YOU'RE the expert
around here now.  You know those guys in there as well as I do..."

"No one knows ANYONE on this island as well as YOU do," Diamond told Hanson
as they neared their destination.

"I guess he told YOU," Toy laughed as they passed Hanson's desk and headed
into Mike's oversized office.

"God, frightening...I'm with Dr. Estes...Level Four minds for sex toys..."
Hanson remarked.

The phone on Mike's desk buzzed. Mike picked it up, listened, nodded. "I'll
send him back," he said quietly.

"Diamond...looks like you've been...recalled...as the auto industry puts
it, Mike told the stunningly beautiful Adonis. "Dr. Abrams wants
to...interface with you. Play your cards right, boy, you might get a fair
to middlin' blow-job outta the deal."

"What're they gonna do to me," Diamond asked apprehensively.

"It's okay, Diamond, Dr. Abrams...Dr. Abrams would be the LAST person on
earth to harm you," Mike reassured the boy as he got up to leave."

"Wait!" Toy implored. "I'm going with you."

"Toy, that's really not..." Mike began.

"Not necessary?" Toy said sharply. "Listen, Mike, I've known Mark...we used
to be lovers while we were in college. He introduced me to Tink, in
fact. Tink was much better in bed so I married him. Anyway...MY trust for
the man is slightly less...idealistic...than yours."

"What the fuck's that supposed to mean?" Hanson asked after they left.

"It means she's a good mother," Mike noted as his phone rang again. Mike
put it on speaker phone. "Dr. Warren..."

"Dr. Warren...this is Darin Romeo back at Ecstasy, how's the Cox Pharm rat
race these days?"

"The rats are winning," Mike told him dryly. "How's things in orgyville?"

"Orgasmic," Darin answered in a single word. "Listen, Mike, I know we've
not always seen eye-to-eye, but...

"More eye to navel..." Mike joked, not mentioning whose eye or whose navel.

"You have a way with words," Darin agreed. "Anyway...the reason I called,
you're about to get a couple new...god, how should I say this...subjects
for your realm."

"Oh," Mike responded cautiously.

"Blame Toy for this, it wasn't MY idea," Darin prefaced his words. "Toy
thinks they're about to be...well...she thinks they're gonna need some help
over there at the fun factory."

"Toy was just here, she didn't mention..." Mike began. "But she's a smart
girl...she's right, she'd going to need some help, if not now, before
long."

"She's requested we send Ronon and Kevin," Darin dropped the bomb.

Mike was silent as Darin's words sank in. "She did?" he reacted
non-comittally.

"I know, I know, they've been...thorns in your side from time to time..."
Darin continued.

"To put it fuckin' MILDLY," Mike let his feelings ease to the
surface. "This come from Cox Pharm...or worse, Cox--Nassau?"

"WHAT?" Darin reacted in disbelief. "Shit no...in fact..." he considered
how much to tell Mike. "Let's just say it DEFIINITELY did NOT come from
Cox--Nassau...from either...from ANY corporate entity...unless you consider
your Tinkertoy Academy a corporate entity. This was purely Toy's
idea...maybe Kevin's too, hell, I don't know. He certainly started shooting
cum with great joy when I mentioned their moving to Bristol. Who knows how
his ornery little mind works? He may be my son, but he's still
ninety-percent COX."

"He's a fuckin' loose cannon...BOTH of them are...and way too
well-connected to be taken lightly," Mike reasoned.

"I understand your...feelings...I've seen...hell, I've DEALT with the best
and worst from BOTH of them," Darin acknowledged. "And believe me, if it
were up to me alone, I'd keep them BOTH here where I could keep and eye on
them, but...Ronon is...  disillusioned...unfulfilled...what's the word I
want...disinterested..."

"Try immature..." Mike suggested.

"Mike, you got him wrong," Darin countered. "In fact, once you get to know
him...actually he's the more mature of the two, he's fourteen now..."

"Which doesn't say much for your snot-nosed son," Mike no longer felt to
need to hide his feelings.

"No, I suppose that's true," Darin was forced to admit. "Kevin's no longer
happy here either. He won't admit it but I'm sure he's
feeling...overwhelmed in his new post as dean of boys. He wants back doing
what he was doing before. The two of them together...Mike, they'll be fine
working with the boys...working with Tinkertoy.  Trust Tink...trust Toy, on
this. They'll keep them in line."

"Okay," Mike surrendered. "But one thing I want understood. This is NOT
Ecstasy Island...not EcstasyInc. This is Cox Pharm. Tinkertoy works for
ME. I'm responsible for every bare butt and hard fuckin' cock on this
island, which means THOSE two...god, I can't believe I'm saying
this...those two will be working for me as well."

"I understand that," Darin told him. "And I'll make sure the boys
understand that too," he promised. "By the way, they're gonna need Level
Three clearances."

"Ohhhhhh shittttt... Listen, Darin, I'll be right up-front with you on
this," Mike continued. "I've got WAY too many problems here to even THINK
about those two little turds. The first time either one of them screws up,
the first time they cross me on...on ANYTHING...I don't care if your horny
little bugger could fire Jim Loin in an instant if he wanted to, I'll put
them on a leaky life-raft and send them right back to you postage due. Got
that?"

"Actually, I wouldn't have it any other way," Darin agreed. "I'll tell Toy
what you've said as well."

"No, I'LL tell Toy," Mike insisted.  "Believe me, sounds like I've got LOTS
to tell Toy. I DON'T like being manipulated like this. She went behind
my...never mind. When they due in?"

"Tomorrow too soon?" Darin questioned cautiously.

"Next YEAR would be too soon, but..." Mike sighed. "Okay...I'll tell
Toy...god, she better fuckin' keep those two little cocksuckers outta MY
sight or so help me..." He didn't quite pound the "end" button on his phone
but he came close.

"They sound like fun..." Hanson grinned impishly.

"If you think of Piranha as being fun," Mike groused. "Tell Toy when she
gets back...better yet, go fuckin' FIND her, tell her I wanna see her
before she goes back."

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

"Diamond..." Dr. Abrams nodded a quiet greeting as Toy and her "son" found
him at his computer console. "Toy, there's no need..."

"She's my MOTHER," Diamond suddenly insisted, having heard virtually the
same objection from Mike just moments before.

Mark Abrams gazed at both of them somewhat dismayed, then decided not to
press his point. "Diamond, we need to hook you up...plug you in...we need
about five terrabytes of data from your...mind...much too much to trust the
brainwave transmission. You understand?"

"What type of data?" Toy asked, not so much concerned about her "son" as
out of curiosity.

"Toy I don't have...okay...okay...you're not gonna accept 'no time for
this'," Dr. Abrams changed his mind in mid-senteence. "Actually we want to
chart every move, every feeling, every input and output from the boy during
the time you and he were...testing the other night."

"Okay," Toy agreed, in no way surprised, satisfied she was NOT going to be
treated as an interloper in their dealing with the boy.

"And if it'll make you feel better, we've also been ORDERED to remove his
Semonic Flavor and Pry 'n Spy software routines as well." Dr. Abrams
continued.  "As per your reques...suggestion."

"What about my cum flavors?" Diamond asked in dispair.

"They'll depend entirely on which flavor capsule you ingest," Mark told the
boy. "It'll be totally up to you...no one else. You're not to even ASK
anyone their preference. You understand?"

"Sounds good to me," Toy approved.

"We're thinking about doing away with the whole flavored semon thing
entirely with future models," Dr. Abrams revealed.

"Oh?" Toy reacted in surprise. She rather liked Diamond's flavors.

"The thinking is flavored semon would instantly set the boys apart as
somehow different from the others, to which Ecstasy is vehemently opposed."
Mark Abrams continued.

"I suppose," Toy admitted, rolling her eyes.

"Actually, there's more to it than that," Mark added.

"Isn't there always," Toy sighed.

"Yes, Cox Pharm is contemplating marketing semon flavoring capsules for
human consumption...which would, of course, include Adonises, so..." Mark
admitted as he finished hooking Diamond's scalp sensors to his computer.

"Hey, great, Tink could use some artificial flavors," Toy laughed.

"You ready to start downloading, son?" Mark asked the boy.

"Ready," Diamond reported.

"Close your eyes, it reduces interference," Mark advised.

"Will he feel any pain?" Toy asked solicitously.

"Tickles a little," Diamond smiled.

"Most boys find it quite pleasant," Mark assured her.

"How long will it take?" Toy asked out of curiosity.

"Ohhh...five terrabytes...let's see, yesterday we did seven in about an
hour..." Mark recalled, "forty-five minutes, maybe..."

"Ready," Diamond repeated, already having shifted to basal communication
mode.

"Okay...connection established...beginning download," Mark clicked on each
of Diamond's output connections on his monitor screen.

A blank look descended over Diamond's beautiful, adolescent face as he sat
motionless in a reclining seat.

"What do you hope to get from all this?" Toy asked softly, unsure if their
speaking might disrupt the download.

Dr. Abrams motioned for them to move off to a different part of the lab
several feet away but still within sight of Diamond and the computers.

"We know we have a problem. We know what the problem is. What we DON'T know
is how BIG...how BAD the problem may be," Mark explained in almost a
whisper. "What concerns us...or concerns ME anyway, is that the solution
that young whippersnapper, Josh, is proposing...god I wish I'd thought of
it...his using a Level Four barin...excuse me...mind...the solution may be
bigger than the problem...creating as many problems as it solves."

"The Estes concern?" Toy recalled from their meeting.

Dr. Abrams smiled. "Well, yes, that too. But, as Dr. Warren suggested, that
would be EcstasyInc's problem. What concerns me is...they mentioned an IQ
of 150...a more accurate reading would be more like 165."

"Kids too smart for their own good?" Toy guessed.

"I suppose you could put it that way," Mark allowed. "Look, you've seen it
with Diamond, no doubt, and he's merely a 120 IQ or thereabouts...a Level
Two mind...but they're amazingly intuitive...not just mathematically sharp,
not just able to retain zillions of facts and figures, but...they're
insightful, on a...VERY...human level."

"He bombed Hanson just a few minutes ago, something about the fact that NO
ONE on the island knew people as well as Hanson does," Toy recounted. "I'm
sure he was speaking sexually...literally as well as figuratively."

"Interesting..." Mark pondered. "And that was based upon
learning...observation...that, obviously didn't come from us."

"I'd love to find out what he knows and thinks about ME?" Toy joked.

"He thinks of you as his mother," Mark told her, smiling. "Like any good
son he thinks you're sometimes over-protective...he thinks you're a good
fuck, he's a tad jealous of Tink, but he thinks your husband's an even
BETTER fuck."

"You found out all that...he told you all that?" Toy asked in surprise
amazement. "He thinks Tink's better in bed that I am?"

"He didn't realize it, but, yes," Mark revealed. "Remember, virtually
anything HE knows on that level WE also know. What we're getting now is
subliminal...stuff he doesn't even know he knows, or doesn't have the
lingual skills to impart. Also, it'd take him YEARS to verbally give us all
the data we're getting now in fory-five minutes."

"What's to become of Diamond?" Toy worried, eyeing the boy as he lay
motionless in his recliner.

"I guess he'll be all yours...kind of a museum piece, maybe," Dr. Abrams
suggested. "We can't send him to Ecstasy. He's not up to their
standards...as you, yourself demonstrated."

"Could we use him to...manage the other boys...the new models?" Toy
suggested.

"Well, I suppose you could try, but that would bring us right back around
to what we were discussing before," Dr. Abrams told her. "I could see
problems evolving with a Level Two Adonis in dealing with Level FOUR
boys. Moreover, after we've tested and proven the new models, I doubt we'll
be hanging them around your necks for more than a few days...a week at most
before...WOOSH...they're off to Ecstasy."

"I've never dealt with a Level Four mind before...anyone with a 165 IQ..."
Toy worried.

"Yes you have," Mark told her.

"Huh? Really?" Who?" Toy asked.

"Me," Mark smiled, then leaned over and kissed her.

"Uhhhh...errr...hope I'm not interrupting anything but..." Hanson softly
crept into their presence. "Dr. Mike said for me to find you and tell you
he wants to see you before you go back to the fun factory."

"It'll be another...half-hour or so..." Toy told him, keeping an eye on her
"son."

"Go ahead, he'll be alright," Mark assured her. "I'll send him back to you
in one piece when we're done."

"Mmmmm....okay, I guess..." Toy somewhat reluctantly agreed. "We'll be
in...Mike's office?

Hanson nodded.

"In Mike's office when he's done...spilling his guts," Toy joked softly.

"More like brainwashing," Hanson suggested, having witnessed a download or
two before.

"Get outta here, both of you," Abams smiled, sending them off. "...go fuck
each other or something."

"The shit's hit the fan," Hanson told Toy once they'd left the computer
center, heading back to the medical building.

"Sounds bad, especially comming from someone who knows shit as well as you
do," Toy teased.

"Your Shakespearean friend called a little while ago?" Hanson revealed.

"My Shakesperean...ohhhhh...fuck, you mean Darin?" Toy realized. "I was
hoping Mike wouldn't find out."

"You got a shortage of cute little boys over there?" Hanson questioned,
smiling, starting to look forward to the upcoming encounter.

"No, which is why..." Toy began. "Why am I explaining all this to YOU, of
all people. God, the whole island will know."

"Only those with Level Three clearances and above," Hanson laughed.

"Ohhhhh, fucccckkkk...I forgot about that," Toy realized. "Darin would have
to get clearances for them before they could even get out of the chopper."

"Which Mike wasn't overly enthusiastic about..." he opened the office door
as he ushered Toy back before their unhappy boss.

"I'm sorry, Mike, I should have cleared this with..." Toy began as she
crossed the soft-under-foot carpeting.

"Hanson, you have a big fuckin' mouth, you know that?" Mike instead
attacked his assistant for obviously having alerted Toy to his recent phone
call.

"Don't blame him, I sucked his cock till he told me everything," Toy joked.

"She's good, too," Hanson played along gleefully.

"You thought you could just sneak down to the air terminal under cover of
night and..." Mike began.

"Something like that," Toy admitted. "I knew if I mentioned it to you..."

"You knew right," Mike admitted. "Toy...listen, I admire and respect what
you and Tink are doing over there...how well you've done so much with so
little... You're one of the few aspects of this operation that actually
runs smoothly, but I cannot...and WILL not having you go behind my back
like this."

"I said, I'm sorry," Toy pleaded, hoping her feminine contrition might get
to him.

"It's not the boys..." Mike began. "Hell...it IS the boys, they're both a
couple horny little hotdogs with cocks bigger than their
brains...mmmm...maybe Abrams could...never mind. Mostly though, it's the
fact you didn't come to me and plead your case...THEIR
case... Fuck...what's the use? Here...here's their Level Three papers,
they're due in tomorrow on the chopper from Ecstasy...Hanson knows the
schedule...shit, he's horny as hell waiting to fuck them both...probably
right out there on the airport tarmac..."

"We'll get you a couple air mattresses," Toy smirked "...wouldn't want you
to scrape your knees."

"Toy, I hope to hell you know what you're letting yourself in for," Mike
allowed. "I crossed cocks with BOTH those two little fuckers at
Ecstasy...there I didn't have any recourse, they were Darin's
boys. HERE..."

"I'll keep them on a tight leash," Toy promised.

"With a MUZZLE," Mike added. "I don't even want to SEE them around..."

"Err..." Hanson cleared his throat.

"What?" Mike reacted.

"I think the term you used was...clonemiester?" Hanson reminded him.

"Huh?"

"I was telling Toy about your idea...you know, someone to hold the clone's
hands, see them through security when they came here," Hanson lied through
his teeth, watching anxiously both Toy's and Mike reactions.

"And I was thinking Ronon would be PERFECT for such a position," Toy
gushed, picking on what Hanson was up to.

"Like hell!" Mike reacted angrily. "I'm not ABOUT to give that little shit
a Level Four clearance. I'll send them BOTH back to Ecstasy first."

"I've got six boys waiting to see a doctor...waiting for someone who has
the time...and clearance...to bring them over," Toy lied at least as well
as Hanson.

"Bring them yourself...you've got level FIVE clearance now," Mike
retorted. "Or hand them over to Hanson here, he's good at holding
hands...and other parts of the adolescent male anatomy."

"Well, I guess it was worth a try," Hanson shrugged.

"Hmph," Mike snorted. "I repeat, I don't even want to SEE those two
little...and like I told Darin Romeo, the first time either one of them
fucks up...the FIRST time...back they go...even if they have to SWIM."