Date: Sat, 20 Apr 2013 13:58:57 -0400 From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com> Subject: The Pharm Boys Chapter 19 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 19 "Your Level 4 mind not up to the task, or is it being...uncool?" Mike Warren asked as he strode into the computer lab. It was just after midnight and he'd just left two of the hottest little naked boys on an island FULL of hot little naked boys. He was not accustomed being "on-call" 24-7, not since his days as an intern at Mt. Siani in Miami. "Neither," Dr. Abrams replied, not one to waste words. "Dr. Warren, glad you could join us on such short notice," the twenty-something Josh Delecourt smiled warmly reaching out, shaking Mike's hand as he joined them. "Dr. Abrams and I are just having a little...difference of opinion, we thought you might be able to help." "It's not gonna work," Dr. Abrams said simply. "It will if you'd learn to think outside the damned fuckin' box for once in your life," Josh shot back beligerantly unmindful of the differences in their age. "Shall we have a little fisticuffs here, let out some of the stress and emotions, or are you going to tell me what the hell you're talking about?" Mike asked, legs spread, bare feet planted firmly on the polished vinyl, fists on his hips. His cock jutted upwards, still Duralon hard. At that hour, he wasn't into being diplomatic. "Okay, two problems," Abrams said. He picked up in his gloved hand a polished amorphic mass of metal and handed it to Mike who instantly handed it back. It was so cold it nearly burned his fingers. "There's a Level 4 mind inside, keeping cool, so to speak. See the problem?" "Too cold to handle, I take it," Mike surmised. "The body is going to reject it instantly, just like you did," Mark Abrams insisted. "No human tissue would ever attach itself to anything that frigid." "Have you tried Styrofoam?" Mike asked, only half serious. "Yeah, if you don't mind adding a good two to four inches in size," Dr. Abrams told him. "And that's just HALF the problem." "Which is?" Mike questioned. "The Level 4 mind require a staggering 1.75 MILLION input/outputs," Abram's voice rose in angry frustration. "Whew...that's a lot of wiring," Mike agreed. "And that's allowing interconnectability," Abrams added. "Hoooo...wait, you lost me there," Mike interrupted. "That means the mind will control whether a given connection is an input or output, changing back and forth as the need arises, thouands of times a second," Josh explained. "Just configuring the interface...we'd have to go robotic...no human hand or eye could handle something like that," Dr. Abrams insisted. "Josh...your turn..." Mike turned to the surprisingly alert young genius who had come up with the mind-cooling idea in the first place. "This..." Josh said, picking up a small beaker, letting it's contents slip through his fingers. "Beach sand?" Mike almost laughed, stirring the glass container's contents with one finger. "Well, no, but actually not far removed," Josh told him, taking back the container. "They are mostly silica." "Stupidest idea I ever heard," Abrams gave his opinion before Josh even had time to explain. "Nonotechnology," Josh continued. "Extremely miniaturized transceptors. They're even produced by a Cox subsidiary. Instead of WIRING the mind, we COAT it with several layers of..." "Paint...he wants to PAINT the damned thing," Abrams sighed dismissively. "Please, Dr. Abrams, let me hear him out," Mike insisted as politely as his waking state and the time of night permitted. "This beaker contains roughly 350,000 nano-transceptors," Josh continued. "We suspend them in a liquid emulsion of fibreglas and...I'm not sure...some other insulating material...some polymer, silicone, then dip the containment into this mixture a few times...less than a dozen coats I'm guessing..." "I'm not sure...I'm guessing, dammit kid, that's no way to fuckin'..." Abrams again interrupted. "Dr. Abrams...shut the fuck up," Mike delivered a stunning rebuke, just short of a slap in the face. "We're working on it," Josh insisted. "It's not going to be a problem, except that it's going to take some time." "THAT'S going to be a problem," Mike reminded him, "but go on." "Okay, what I'm proposing will actually solve BOTH the problems we're facing," Josh continued. "The coatings will insulate the exterior of the containment to about 45 to 55 degrees farenheit--cold, but acceptable...again...I know Dr. Abrams hates uncertainties, but we THINK we can work within those parameters in forming the physiological masses around the mind." "Wait...wait a minute here, so you have all these hundreds of thousands of...what'd you call them...? "Nano-transceptors..." "Right...nano-transceptors...how you gonna wire them into the kid's nervous system?" Mike questioned, the technology starting to fall into his own medical bailiwick. "We don't," Josh said simply. "We let the nervous system itself, as it forms and grows do that for us. The nano-transceptors are designed to attract and bind with such tissues." "May I speak?" Dr. Abrams asked almost shyly. "Yes..." Mike turned back to the computer engineer. "Even assuming what you're proposing would take place, which I'm by no means granting. I'm no cloning expert..." Mark Abrams began. "Dr. Estes says it will happen," Josh insisted. "Let me finish," Dr. Abrams insisted, then continued softly after a long pause. "Let's say all these little grains of sand somehow get connected to the nervous system, how in god's name do we know if it's wired up CORRECTLY?" "We don't," Josh announced. "I hate it when he does that," Abrams sighed, shaking his head. "What I mean is, literally, WE don't know, initially at least, nor, in the long run, does it really matter," Josh went on. "NOT MATTER?!!" Abrams thundered. "MARK!" Mike stepped in as referee between the two. "We let your all-powerful Level 4 mind sort it all out," Josh explained. "Look, the mind will be activated long before the central nervous system even FORMS. We simply instruct that mind to pick and choose for itself as the various inputs become viable...uhhh...what goes where, so to speak." "Geeeeesss..." Mike sighed, realizing he needed a degree in computer science, nanotechnology, and several more years in studying neurology to even contemplate what Josh was proposing. "Where's Estes?" "Sleeping, if he's got any sense," Abrams sighed, showing signs of dropping off any second himself. Only Josh seemed bright and alert. "I need to hear it from someone who understands at least HALF what this kid's talking about...that this whole...DIP shit would actually WORK," Mike sighed. He turned, use to finding Hanson at his elbow. He wasn't. "Okay, combantants, tomorrow morning, eight o'clock...no SEVEN...even if you have to prop Estes up with a two-by-four, my conference room...you two, Estes, and anyone else who has an inkling what the fuck this hotdog is proposing." With that he stormed out, hoping the naked little boys waiting for him back in his bed hadn't gone to sleep. ---------------- "Get enough to eat?" Hanson ask as he accepted empty plates from Kevin and Ronon after dinner. He handed them to Diamond. "What're you giving them to ME for? You got two legs," Diamond reacted, promptly sitting them both down on the stone patio not far from the edge of the pool where the boys both sat with the feet dangling in the water. "I'm you're FUCK-buddy, not your slave." "Plenty," Kevin smiled up at the wonderously beautiful fourteen-year-old blond with the seven-inch hard, upthrust cock. Hanson slid the plates further to one side and sat down on the edge of the pool, wetting his feet in the eighty-degree water next to Ronon. "You like what you see?" "You mean this place or...you?" Ronon asked, eyeing the slightly older teen. "Either," Hanson leaned forward, planting a soft, tentative kiss on Ronon's delicate, sweet lips. "Yes," Ronon murmurred softly. "Which, this place or me?" Hanson asked, offering another kiss, this one longer, more seductive. "Either," Ronon replied, handing the boy's words back to him. "You're very beautiful," Kevin told Diamond as the older boy made his first pass at Kevin's lips. "You're very beautiful too," Diamond returned the compliment. "You're very beautiful, I'M very beautiful...now that we have that out of the way..." His hand closed around Kevin's hard, upthrust boycock, gently stroking it as they kissed once more. "Looks like Diamond doesn't waste any time," Ronon observed as he watched the boy press Kevin back against the patio pavement, kissing him with no small degree of lustful passion. "Neither do I," Hanson suddenly pulled Ronon over on top of him as he fell back next to Kevin. "Let's cum." "But...but...I hardly KNOW you?" Ronon teased as he meshed his own cock, hard and throbbing against Hanson's eight-inch pleasure probe. "Around here, that doesn't matter," Hanson told the naked young boy atop him. "Your cock feels incredible," Ronon whispered, feeling it's granite hardness pressed against his own. "Fuck me," Hanson whispered back as they began to move rythmically against one another. "Fuck me," Diamond repeated as he rolled over, pulling Kevin's naked boy-boby over on top of his own, imitating Hanson, feeling Kevin's cock starting to move in time with his own. "Feels good," Kevin sighed as they tasted the first spasms of naked sexual pleasure. "Don't say it..." Hanson warned. "What?" Ronon half moaned between his lips. "Feels good," Hanson told him. "I don't want to hear any more echos." "Feels great?" Ronon teased. "Shut up and fuck me," Hanson groaned as his cock began moving harder and faster against Ronon's. "Fuckin' you," Ronon gasped as his pelvic efforts grew more deliberate and rapid. "Fuckin' you," Ronon heard Diamond repeat his words as the boy heaved upward, nearly dislodging Kevin from atop him. "Fuckin' you too," Kevin did a little repeating of his own. "Preparing to have the greatest fuckin' orgasm ever known to man in the history of mankind since the dawn of written history," Hanson cried, thrusting upward violently, hoping to break the boring routine Diamond was imposing. Ronon started laughing. "Funniest fuck I ever had." "Fuck me, kid, fuck me, fuck me, move that hot fuckin' cock of yours and fuck me," Hanson fucked back, giving up tring to be funny or clever. His aching, naked, sexual pleasure was growing much too intense for such nonsense. "Feelin' good?" Diamond asked softly as he and Kevin moved with growing urgency toward orgasmic ecstasy. "OhhhhHHhhhhh fuccccckkk, yeah, yeah, yeahhhhhhhhh," Kevin gasped as his heaving, thrusting, pounding naked groin generated ever growing jolts of sexual feelings. "You gettin' there?" "Preparing to have the greatest fuckin' orgasm ever known to man in the history of mankind since the dawn of written history," Diamond repeat Hanson's words verbatim. "Ohhhhh fuck, I forgot who I was dealin' with," Hanson sighed in dispair. "He's like fuckin' a tape recorder." "Only cuter," Kevin smiled over at Hanson, watching the two of them make love. "Try mentally deficient," Hanson complained, perhaps revealing more than he should. "Maintaining mental sufficiency," Diamond insisted as he and Kevin ground their cocks into one another harder and faster by the second. "Not me, I'm about to fuckin' lose my mind!" Kevin cried as his orgasm grew more and more imminent by the second. "Engaging backups," Diamond increased the pace. "AAHAHEIIAEIHHAHHEIAOOEIHHEHAHHAHHHAHH!!" Diamond cried suddenly as his orgasm overtook him, causing him to spurt again and again against Kevin's hairless, thin groin. "You close?" Hanson asked Ronon. "Almost..." Ronon felt his loins starting to contract. "Cum on, let's do it," Hanson felt his own orgasmic contractions begin. "Ohhahhahhh HHAHOEOAEHRHHH FUCK, FUCK FUCK, DO IT, MAN, DO IT, DO IT RONON, SHOOOT IT, SHOOT YOUR CUM, AHGEOAIEHORIH GOD, FEELS GOOD, MAKIN' ME CUM, MAN, MAKIN ME CUM...AHGAOEOAEHOAIHE GOD, SHOOTIN', SHOOTIN'...AHGOOAIERHHAHHEH GOD, OHAHHHHHA FUCK, RONON, FUCKIN' ME, FUCKIN' ME, FUCKIN' ME WITH YOUR COCK, MAN, MAKIN' ME CUM, MAKIN' IT FEEL GOOD, FEELIN' GOOD, FEELIN' SOOO FUCKIN' GOOD, FEELIN' THE CUM POPPIN' OUT AHGEAOIEHROIAHOEIH FUCCCKKK, KEEP DOIN IT, KEEP DOIN' IT, KEEP FUCKIN' ME LIKE THAT AND MAKIN' ME FUCKIN' SHOOT MY CUMMMMM....MY CUMMMMMMM.....AGHOEIAOEIRHOAIHE FUCCCCCKKKK...MY CUMMMMMmmmmmmmm!" "CUMMIN', CUMMMIN', SHOOTIN'...SHOOTIN' MY CUMMMMM...AHGAOEIAIEIRIHAEHHGHHEHHH FUCK, GBOEIAHEOROIHOIH GOD, YOUR COCK'S DRIVING ME FUCKIN' NUTS, JUST NUTTIN' ALL OVER THE FUCKIN' PLACE, SHOOTIN'...SHOOTIN' IT...AGHOAIEHROIHA GOD, OAOEHAHIH FUCK, AOGHEOIAEHROI FUUUUUCCCCKKK...FEELIN' IT...FEELIN' IT SOOO HARD, SOOOO DEEP, AOGHEOAIHEROIH GOD, YOU FUCK GOOD, MAN, OAHGOOEIAHEOIRH YEAH, KEEP FUCKIN', KEEP IT UP, KEEP MAKIN' US CUM, CUM, CUM, CUM AND CUM AND CUM AND CUM AND....AGHEAEOI OOAOOIEHOEIAEHRHHGHHEHHHFFFFUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKK!!! Ronon cried, then screamed out his orgasmic pleasure, ejaculating massive spurts of boy-cum with every cry of sexual bliss. "hahhOoiaheiIIHOAOEIHHEHAHHHAH...AIIIEAEHHHHAHHH...AAOOEHEHAHEHEHIIAHOOHHH....OOAIIEHHHEHHEIAIIEIGHEHH...!!" Diamond cried as his cock spurted wildly between his own naked boy-body and Kevin's. Then, he fell silent, no longer moving, his cock growing soft even as Kevin countinued to wildly fuck him. "OoahhahhhhHHHHHHH FUCK, SHOOTIN', SHOOOTIN', SHOOTIN' A TON OF FUCKIN' CUM, MAN, AGOEIHAOEIHROI GOD, THE FEELING, SOOOO FUCKIN' INCREDIBLE, OAHGOEIHEORH GOD, I LOVE FUCKIN' NAKED BOYS, GBIAEOIRHOAIHE GOD, OAOIEOAIEROH FUCK, STILL FUCKIN' CUMMIN' GHAOEIRHIHOH CUMMIN', CUMMMIN', CUMMIN'!!!" Kevin orgasmed repeatedly, his own slender boy-body contributing its fair share to the spermy coating between them. "Diamond?" Hanson was the first to realize something was wrong. "The name's Ronon," Ronon joked as he wallowed with the older boy in sexual ecstasy. "DIAMOND!" Hanson repeated more loudly, sitting up, in the process sliding Ronon right off into the pool. Hanson shook the naked boy next to him but there was no response. Jumping to his feet he unceremoniously dumped Kevin into the water as well as he picked up the limp naked body of the teenaged boy into his arms. "TINK!!! TOY!!!" "What's wrong?" Kevin sputtered, coming to the surface of the water next to his husband. "It's Diamond...looks like you were too much for him," Ronon joked. "Looks like he passed out." "TIIIINNNNNKKKKK....TINNNNNKKKKK!!!" Hanson cried in growing apprehension as he carried Diamond toward an idle gold cart, putting him down in the back. The boy was still breathing. "What...what is it?" Tink rushed from inside, summond by one of the older boys. Toy was not far behind. "OVERLOAD!" Hanson cried as he spun into the driver's seat while Tink hopped in back, holding the boy so he wouldn't be tossed out as the cart sped silently off toward Cox-Bristol. "What just happened," Ronon asked as he climbed wetly from the water. "Diamond...he...he's been doing that...he has...spells...he..." Toy tried to decided what to say and how to say it. "He's a clone, right?" Ronon guessed. Toy nodded silently, reaching out, hugging both Ronon and Kevin to her as they watched the ambulance/golf cart rapidly disappear down over the hill. "I'm sorry, I can't tell you more." "We're only level III clearance," Kevin guessed intuitively. "Where they taking him?" "To Dr. Warren...or the clinic at Cox-Bristol," Toy told the boys. "He...he gonna be...I mean...these spells...can they be fatal?" Ronon asked anxiously. "Toy shrugged, her voice cracking with emotion," first time...his first time like that...always before..." "Hanson seemed scared out of his hardon," Ronon observed, his eyes still straining to where the cart had disappeared. "He and Diamond are...close," Toy told them. "TOO close." "I felt something was...wrong...not quite right, anyway," Kevin recalled. "Hope I didn't..." "No....no, no, Kevin, you did nothing wrong. You were having sex. You were giving him pleasure. You were..." Toy's voice grew tense, her pitch higher with fear. "I'm sorry...actually, Kevin, you may have done us a favor with Diamond." "Wha'dya mean?" "You...I'm sorry, I just can't go into details," Toy shook her head, starting to regain control of her maternal feelings, transferring them to Kevin and Ronon. "We should have gone along," Ronon worried. "NO!" Toy suddenly cried. Then, "no...that wouldn't have been..." Kevin started laughing. "Dr. Warren isn't exactly president of your fan club," he joked, reading Toy's thoughts precisely.