Date: Thu, 2 May 2013 23:59:38 -0400 From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com> Subject: The Pharm Boys Chapter 21 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 21 Hanson stuck his head in past the open door between his own cubby-hole office and Dr. Mike Warren's opulent spread. "They're ready." "They're activating?" Mike reacted. "I thought that was set for this weekend." "You've turned them ALL into slave drivers," Hanson grinned as Mike rose from his desk to follow his slender young assistant through his office to the hallway leading to the main elevators. "We need a bridge between here and the computer center." "I'll mention that to Cox-Nassau, next time I see them," Mike joked as the elevator doors closed behind the two naked men. "And, no, we don't have time for a quickie." "What?" Hanson reacted innocently. "I know that look on your face," Mike grinned. "God, you're a horny fucker." The elevator landed on the first floor and the two of them headed at a brisk pace for the rear of the building toward the pool area and the sidewalk leading next door to the computer center building overlooking the open sea. "I just hope they're not rushing things," Hanson made conversation as they exited the building. "I hope they ARE," Mike disagreed. "Estes and Abrams don't always see eye to eye but they know when to stop and when to go. I just hope this young pup with all the bright ides knows what the fuck he's talking about." "Josh is a keen edge," Hanson commented. "You know him?" Mike asked, somewhat surprised. Josh had been on the island barely a month. "You saw him, cute as fuck...damned right I know him," Hanson confirmed. "Mediocre in bed, but smarter than Abrams and Estes combined, and smarter than all the others put together." "I don't know about Abrams and Estes but I'd say you're right about all their 'yes-men'," Mike agreed. "They may be okay for doing the grunt work, but they've not had an original idea since grad school." "God, you guys are slow," Dr. Abrams greeted Mike and Hanson gruffly as they entered the computer lab. "Someone a little anxious?" Mike grinned. "You sure you're ready...tees dotted and eyes crossed." "If the computers know what the fuck they're talking about, yeah, we're ready," Dr. Estes confirmed. "Diamond, I'm...I'm a little surprised to see YOU here?" Mike remarked as the boy stepped into view from behind one of the consoles. "We thought it might be good to have a Level II handy to...well, to make our Level IV feel at ease--sort of a 'midwife,' so to speak," Dr. Livingston explained. "That's very thoughtful of you," Mike smiled. "It was his idea," Livingston nodded toward Josh Delacourt, resing his hand on Diamond's shoulder. "We've become close," Josh smiled lovingly at Diamond, his eyes saying far more than his words. "You dial back the Fraxon pressure?" Mike questioned the young genius, who apparently had a softer side. "Minus twenty," Josh confirmed. "The computers tell us that would give a ten-degree safety margin even under the most powerful orgasmic inputs." "And the nano-transceptors? Mike questioned. "Well, obviously we haven't COUNTED each one but judging by weight, we're comming in at just under a million...point nine one, that neighborhood." "The flexible containment?" "Better than expected, actually...high-grade polyproxine," Josh assured them. "The guys at CoxChem swear by it," he nodded toward the transparent cylinder in which was suspended a whitish pouch with several threadlike fibers extending from a single orafice. The mass looked vaguely like a human brain minus the reticular folds. "Okay, what happens now?" Mike asked looking from PhD to PhD. "I think you're supposed to say...juice it up...something like that," Hanson prompted him softly. "None of them want the responsiblity if the damned thing blows up in our face." Mike looked at his assistant with mild dismay then, "Gentlemen, let's proceed. Pop the switch...or as Hanson says, juice him up." "The word is 'activate,' but I guess that's close enough," Abram rolled his eyes, then reached for the mouse on his console, directed the pointer toward a "standby" button icon. He clicked it. "Nothing's happening?" Mike observed. "It's happening," Mark Abrams assured him as several LEDs on the console slowly grew brighter and readouts on the screen began to change. "It's kind of like we're slowly waking it...him...waking him up," Josh explained. "He conscious?" Mike asked. "Not yet...but the...juice...is flowing," Josh eyed Hanson smiling. "We've decided to call him Titan." "Whose idea was that," Mike questioned. "Mine," Diamond spoke up, "from the metal of his containment." "I like it," Mike smiled at the boy. "Titan he is. Better than Polyproxine." "The computer programming is basically in control," Estes elaborated. "It's a little like launching a ballistic missle, it doesn't go flying off like a bottle rocket. It slowly builds up steam, then when we click the 'activate' button there on the screen, that's when things begin to get interesting." "Should we stand back," Mike asked, only half joking. "Don't ask stupid questions," Hanson whispered from behind him. "How long does this...getting up steam...usually take?" Mike questioned, now appearing as anxious as he'd accused the others of being before. "Eight forty-three," Abrams replied. "Eight minutes, forty-three point three seconds," Josh translated more precisely. "Then we'll have a sixty-six second window of opportunity to say 'go' or 'no-go' before the program automatically scrubs." "That adds a human element," Dr. Estes noted. "Keep one eye on the cylinder, one on the monitor, and one eye on the scope there by the console." "The scope?" Mike asked nervously. "That's the containment monitor...somewhat jerry-rigged at the moment but the best we could do on short notice," Dr. Livingston explained. "If there's a short, or the pressure rises beyond safety margins, or the temperature starts meandering, that's when we pull the plug...if the software hasn't already," Josh elaborated. "Looking good so far...readouts nominal...pressure holding steady, temp rock solid, lights green..." Abrams reported, his eyes darting to first one reading then another." "Minute, eighteen till activation window," Josh counted down. "I gotta go to the bathroom," Mike joked. "Over behind that console, there's a coffee can," Estes nodded. "Big enough to take a shit?" Mike questioned. "Be careful the top edge, might be a little sharp," someone else said to relieve the tension. "Fifty-eight seconds to lift-off," Josh adopted the rocket metaphor. "Any problems," Mike asked nervously. "Containment's a little warm," Abrams noted. "Give it another pound of pressure," Josh ordered. "That much? You sure?" Abrams questioned. "Just DO it," Josh ordered nervously. "Calm down," Mike warned. "Pressure rising, point six...point seven...point eight..." Abrams read the screen before him. "Temperature dropping," Livingston noted. "Point nine..." Abrams continued. "Hold," Josh said cooly, having taken Mike's advice. "Twenty-nine seconds to activation window..." Abrams reported as all present attempted the three-eyed exercise Dr. Estess had advised earlier. "Abrams, continuous readouts, Josh, give me countdown, Hanson stop fidgiting," Mike ordered cooly. "Pressure 21.1, temp minus 19.92, power green... "Thirteen...twelve...eleven...ten...nine..." Josh read the clock. "Stand by for activation," Mike ordered. "Pressure 21.1, temp minus 19.98, power green, amniotic fluid 85.7..." Abrams read his readings. "That's warmer than we'd talked about," Mike recalled. "The neuro-ganglia will love it," Livingston smiled. "six...five...four...three...two...one..." Josh counted down. The silence was pregnant on the verge of having twins. "Activate," Mike said after some four or five seconds. "Was that necessary?" Hanson murmurred from behind. "Breathe, everyone breathe," Josh sighed as the screen suddenly changed to the face of a very attractive young boy about Diamond's age and Diamond's face brightened in seeing his new friend." "Have a seat," Dr. Abrams patted a swivel chair next to his own at the console. Diamond seated himself. "Look up there...those are his eyes. Yours will be the first face he sees." "Sensory preceptions rising," Livingston studied a console full of LEDs and readouts. "Speech protocols complete, audio coming on line, he should have visual contact in about seven seconds...gentlemen, watch what you say and do, we have a very impressionable young boy coming on line. "Hello, Titan, can you hear me?" Diamond asked. "I can see you too," the voice from a small speaker console said its first words. "You are very attractive. What is your name?" "My name is Diamond. Your name is Titan. These men behind me are Dr. Mark Abrams, Dr. Estes...uhhh...I forget his first name, and this is Josh Delacourt, Dr. Mike Warren to his left, and his assistant, Hanson....ohhh and Dr. Livingston." "I see why you brought him along," Mike smiled at Josh. "How are you feeling, Titan?" "Sexy," Titan's face on the screen smiled. "Hanson, did you program this kid?" Mike asked, suppressing the urge to laugh. "I did," Diamond answered Mike's question. "He helped," Josh amended. "We didn't even include basal communication. We've been working on teenaged male speech patterns for several days now." "I'm getting kind of hungry," Titan told them. "How about ordering a pizza?" "Ease up the power a notch," Josh told them. "Pepperoni, extra cheese, hold the anchovies," Titan suggested. "God, a sense of humor, too," Mike almost laughed. "Feels like I'm gettin' a hardon," Titan reported. "Right on schedule," Josh noted. "He's about to lose his virginity," Hanson told Mike softly. "Josh, you sure he's ready for sex?" Mike questioned. "We've taught him to masturbate," Josh told Mike. "You what?" Mike laughed, "He doesn't even..." "He THINKS he does, that's all that counts," Josh smiled as the screen image zoomed back to display a strikingly beautiful naked body to match the exquisitely beautiful face. Before him, his simulated cock was a good eight inches and standing straight up. "Diamond, why don't you demonstrate for the boy," Dr. Estes suggested. "If he doesn't I will," Hanson whispered behind his boss's back. "Wanna jack off?" Diamond asked the boy on the screen. "I thought you'd never ask," Titan smiled, wrapping his simulated fingers around his simulated cock and starting to stroke himself. "Gentlemen, watch your readouts, not the kid," Abrams warned. "Josh, keep your hand on that pressurization control, we don't want any...accidents." "Feels good," Titan reported. "You got a really nice cock," the boy on the screen told Diamond. "The faster you do it, the better it feels," Diamond told the boy before him. "Whoa...not THAT fast." "Two strokes per second," Estes instructed. "Sex is fun," Titan reported. "Looks like he's enjoying himself," Mike whispered to Hanson. "Damned fuckin' RIGHT," Titan told them. Apparently there was nothing wrong with the boy's hearing. "Numbers steady, pleasure sensors rising," Estes reported from his console. "Fuck, he's attracting ganglia at an astounding rate...nearly three hundred thousand already," Josh reacted in unrestrained joy. "Should you slow it down?" Mike worried. "I don't think so," Josh made the call. "They seem normal, healthy, like sperm attacking an egg." "Will this speed up formulation?" Mike asked hopefully. "Too soon to say, but it looks promising," Abrams replied under his breath. "Ohhhhhhh, god, this feels fuckin' goooooooddddddd," Titan sighed as he, on his own, began jacking his cock faster. "It won't be long," Estes reported. "No problems?" Mike asked anxiously as his eyes darted from the image of the boy on the screen to those around him, watching for any sign of anxiety on their part. "He gonna shoot sperm?" Hanson asked softly. "Feels like it, man," Titan told him, "you wanna suck it?" "How do I answer that," Hanson asked in dismay. "I mean...what would I suck ON?" "Just kidding," Titan laughed, having again, put one of his new human friends ill at ease. "Humor is a sign of high intelligence," Josh whispered to Hanson. "I think he likes you." "When I get a body we're gonna FUCK," Titan told Diamond, though Hanson had the feeling HE was the one the boy was referring to. "He knows this is a test?" Mike asked Dr. Estes softly, hoping the boy couldn't hear. "How'mi doin, guys?" Titan asked as he began to jack his cock even faster. "He knows," Abrams noted. "You're doin' great, Titan, do it, do it to yourself, we wanna see you have your very first orgasm." "You takin' pictures of this?" Titan asked. "Am I gonna be the star of a porn flick?" "You're lookin' beautiful," Diamond told his jacking buddy, "you 'bout ready to bust a nut with me?" "Gees, I was thinkin' so much about Titan, you sure Diamond is up to this?" Mike worried. "Jackin' off has never been a problem for the boy. It's his pseudo-emotional reactions mixed with sexual pleasure that's caused problems." Estes explained softly so neither boy would hear. "That won't happen here? I mean, the two boys seem to have...clicked." Mike continued to watch Diamond as much as the image of Titan on the screen. "No physical contact. I don't think so," Estes whispered back. "I'm feelin' it, I'm gonna cum," Titan moaned. "Ohhhhh fuck, feels good, ahgaoiehroh god, yes, yes, do it, Diamond, shoot your cum, I wanna see you shoot it....so I'll know how when I get a real cock." "Almost," Diamond reported, jacking furiously. "AaieiiIiwoihwihiHWHHHhwhhhfhhhwhHHHHHWhaeiigehhahhhAHHAEIAIERHHAHEHAOEOOIHHHAHHHE..." the boy on the screen suddenly wailed loudly, jolting his scientific creators, causing more than one of them to contemplate the coffee can mentioned earlier. "He okay?" Mike cried. "In-fuckin-credible!" Josh laughed from his console. "We got a 2.4 rise in temperature...minus 17.6 degrees...cooling... cooling back down now...HA...HA...WE DID it...we fuckin' DID it!" He cried joyously, his containment cooling system having passed it's first vital test. "I just shot cum on the screen," Diamond reported. "Next time point that fucker at Dr. Abrams," Titan joked. Dr. Abrams cracked up. "Next time, kid, I'll JOIN you." "I'm ready right now," Titan reported. "Can we do that again?" "God, a sex addict already!" Hanson laughed. "Why don't we all just get really hard and have a big fuckin' circle-jerk," Titan suggested hopefully. "Kid, WE may just do that, but we're thinkin' it might be good if you'd close your eyes and rest a little, now. It will make input/output connectivity go faster." Dr. Abrams told Titan. His words were met by a sudden, horrendous, raucus snoring sound that jolted them all. "Cute," Estes laughed. "You asked for that," he told his colleague. "Just kidding," Titan laughed. "Is there any pizza left?" "Crank up the electro-chem voltage, we have here a growing boy to feed," Abrams ordered. "You let it get cold," Titan complained. "Go to sleep," Diamond told him, "I loved shootin' my cum with you, you're really HOT!" "And can the fuckin' snore," Abrams ordered. "You feelin' okay?" "He went to sleep," Josh noted as Titan failed to reply. "Wish I could drop off like that," Abram noted wryly. "I used to think that, but not after this past week," Estes sighed, rubbing his eyes." "I'll babysit, you guys go get some sleep," Josh offered. "I'll stay, keep you company," Hanson volunteered. "How long before we start seeing a body forming around his mind?" Mike questioned Dr. Estes as they left the lab. "Well, if he runs true to form, by this time tomorrow we'll see what'll look like a baby's head with a fetus body forming near the base of the head," Estes advised. "Don't expect to see anything like you'd see with an ultrasound." "Strange," Mike reacted, "can we put a TV camera on him, I'd like to watch all this." "Already in place, I'll have it plugged into that monstrosity on the wall in front of your desk," Abrams offered. "You can watch him twenty times life size." "Great, Hanson will have to watch his porn elsewhere," Mike joked. "I don't think you're going to be seeing much of your Hanson the next coupe of weeks...between Diamond, Josh, and now Titan, the boy's going to be somewhat preoccupied," Abrams predicted. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to get over to the production center and get these fuckin' titanium containments in production. You know how hard it is to WELD titanium?" "You do that, Mark. Me, I'm gonna go grab a shower, find a couch and a cute little naked boy to put me to sleep," Dr. Estes told Mike and their entourage. "I may even start feeling human again." "I'll send one of my boys over...pube or pre-pube?" Mike asked. "Who the fuck gives a shit, so long as he's cute and hard," Estes sighed as he split off, heading past the pool toward the residence quad. "Suite 226." ---------------------- "Where's Diamond and Hanson today, I've been missing them," Kevin complained as he and Tink lay out naked by the pool over the basement wing of the "farm house." "Something big over at Cox-Bristol...not sure what," Tink told him as Ronon and Silly popped to the surface of the pool a few feet away. They'd been sucking each other's cocks underwater. "A guy could DROWN doin' that," Ronon cried laughing, gasping for air as he and Silly clung nakedly to one another, their hard, throbbing, young boy-cocks pressed tightly between them. "Yeah, but what a way to go," Silly giggled, kissing Ronon profusely. "You'd think Ronon wasn't getting enough sex," Kevin observed his husband, smiling at the two exquisitely beautiful boys in the water. "Has he?" Tink teased. "Endlessly," Kevin sighed, "BOTH of us. Sometimes we hardly get anything else done." "You becomming accustomed to the place...the routine...the boys?" Tink questioned as he gazed about at all the naked boyish pulcritude about them. "It's been three days now." "Not much to do...fuck and suck...then suck and fuck," the boys are horny as hell but basically very well behaved." Kevin reported. "You run a tight ship here." "We have to, or they'd take over," Tink laughed. "We make our presence felt from time to time, but we try to be subtle about it." "I'm surprised," Kevin smiled. "On Ecstasy, we often had trouble keeping the boys on their computer schedule, making sure they made good progress in their studies. Here, you have to practicaly PRY the boys away from their..."bucket of bugs," as one of the kids called his." "Someone had the idea of including a little porn with each lesson," Tink smiled, watching Ronon and Silly make love in the water, Silly floating on his back while Ronon sucked him. "Seems to help." "Oh yeah, lets me jack off between chapters in history with cute guys in Civil War uniforms (badly torn nearly to shreds)," Kevin acknowledged his own delight with computerized learning on Bristol Island. "I like the one with Einstein's cute young lab assistant in the science curriculum," Tink laughed. "I had a friend at Ecstasy involved in shooting some of those 'educational' sequences," Kevin told Tink. "Derek Chandler?" Tink guessed. "Hey, I forgot, you knew Derek too!" Kevin realized. "I miss him...so does Ronon. Wonder how he and Doug Bristol and the boys are doing." "Well, if you want to find out, you'll have to go over there...over to Erotic Island, the whole family has been banned from this place," Tink informed him. "To bad, Buddy can't come visit the island named after him."