Date: Tue, 7 May 2013 02:34:46 -0400
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Pharm Boys Chapter 22

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 22


Dr. Mike Warren spent the rest of the day and a good part of the evening
getting caught up on paperwork while keeping one eye on the wall-size TV
monitor opposite his desk, the one Dr. Abrams had called a
monstrosity. Watching a young boy actually take shape and grow in a huge
plastic cylinder of synthetic amniotic fluid was interesting...for about
the first five minutes, then it began taking on all the excitement of
watching grass grow with commercial interruptions to watch Sherwin Williams
paint drying. Even on a 200-inch, diagonally measured wall monitor, Mike
had to squint and use his imagination to no small degree to see any
difference physically from that morning when they'd activated Titan's mind,
put him through a masturbtion test, then had him drop off to sleep.

Around eight that night Mike decided to call it a day. Though tired, and
eager to hold whichever naked little houseboy Dr. Estes was not enjoying,
he couldn't resist dropping by the computer lab one last time to try to
observe up close any physical changes Titan might have undergone.

"Harder, faster, harder, faster, ohhhh fuck, fuck me, man, fuck me, fuck
me, fuccccckkkkkmmmmeeeee..." Mike heard even before he entered the lab. At
first he was upset, but then again, it was "after hours." He didn't have to
guess who the fucker and the fuckee were. Hanson had Diamond bent over the
console and was literally "plowing" his ass.

"Ohhhhhh fucccckkkk, I can't wait to try that," Mike heard another voice,
neither that of Diamond nor Hanson. It took him several seconds to realize
it was Titan's voice from the speaker on the console. Diamond and Hanson
were apparently giving Titan a lesson in sex education, demonstrating the
intricasies of homosexual anal intercourse.

"Feels good," Diamond told his new cyber-friend. "Hanson fucks really
good...really harrrddd...feels really fuckin' GREAT!"

"Abrams is gonna shit if you get cum all over his console again," Mike told
Diamond as he emerged from the shadows, making his presence known.

"No problem, look, condom..." Diamond proudly displayed the precaution he'd
taken for just such an eventuality.

"He's MY condom," Hanson smiled as he started fucking the boy faster.

"Harder, faster, harder, faster, really fuck him harrrd," Titan cheered
from the sideline, his two "eyes" on the top of the console following the
two copulating teenagers stroke for stroke.

"This is Dr. Warren, learning anything, Titan?"

"Don't be upset, this was MY idea," Titan sought to remove blame from the
others in case Dr. Warren was upset.

"I guess everyone has to learn about the birds and the bees eventually,
but...before you're even BORN?" Mike joked as he too enjoyed the sexual
performance Hanson and Diamond were putting on ostensibly for Titan's
benefit.

"Does it hurt the first time? Looks painful," Titan asked.

"I think you have an anal pain override circuit," Mike informed the
inquisitve young mind. He looked at it closely through the thick, clear
plastic of the cylinder. It had been hard to discern from the TV monitor
but at close range Mike's medical eye could see tiny differences. The mind
was becoming hard to see beneath a thick membrane growing around
it. Walking around the cylinder, Mike's trained eye could see the telltale
beginnings of dark openings in the membrane which would eventually become
eye and nasal openings in the baby-size skull. The digital clock on the
console reported nine hours and forty-seven minutes since the mind had been
activated. He wished Josh or Dr. Abrams were there to confirm everything
was going as planned. He watched throught the mostly unoccupied volume of
the cylinder as Hanson fucked Diamond on the other side with a practiced
stroke he knew so well from personal experience.

"Ommmmmffhhhphhhhh...ommmmhhhaphhhhhhhh...auauueaheguammmmmmjggghhh..."
Hanson grunted as his pelvic pace grew more rapid.

"Hanson, you've been through this a few times before...when Diamond was
formulated, I think," Mike asked as he made his way back around the
formulation cylinder. "Everything going as planned?"

"How...umph...how the....FUCCCCCCCKKKKK...OHHAHHAH FUCCCKKK...how the fuck
should I know...ummmmmmahhhhh...ohahhmmmmmph, can't you fuckin' see I'm
busy? OOOarreaerghhhhhhh..." Hanson growled.

"He's two hours and twenty-three minutes ahead of my development log,"
Diamond reported.

"Hanson, ease up, he's going basal," Dr. Mike warned. No boy getting his
ass fucked as hard as Diamond should be talking about development logs.

Hanson immediately stopped, his nearly eight-inch cock fully embedded in
Diamond's anal cavity.

"Diamond, you okay?" Dr. Warren questioned the lovely young boy engulfing
Hanson's cock.

"Yeah, doc, feels great...I just got a little woozie there for a minute,"
Diamond reported.

"May I continue?" Hanson asked anxiously. "My cock's starting to get weak."

"NO!" Mike told him decisively, "god, wish I had a cpu readout."

"Currently 97.8%," Diamond revealed, trying to satisfy Mike's need.

"Okay, pull out," Dr. Warren ordered abruptly.

"Ahhhhh doc...." Hanson pleaded in dismyed sorrow. "I ain't cum yet."

"Go off in the corner and jack off," Mike told his assistant with a firm
decisivness in his voice Hanson knew not to question. He slowly backed off.

"Sit down, rest...cool off," Mike urged Diamond.

"I read 98% cpu load," Titan surprised Mike with his input. His first
impulse was to question Titan's capability to supply the data, then the
accuracy of the reading, but on second thought, he did neither.

"Shall I summond Dr. Estes?" Titan asked.

"You can DO that?" Mike asked, this time not reluctant to question the
seemingly unlimited capacity of the Level Four mind.

"I have his cell number," Titan told him.

"He's right, he does," Hanson confirmed.

"No, I don't think so," Mike decided. "Let the poor man rest, enjoy his
boy, he's earned it. Looks like both you boys are performing about as
expected. How ya feelin', Titan?"

"I could use a beer," Titan suggested.

"Yeah, right, I'll add some to your fluid," Mike joked. "Who's on duty here
tonight?" he asked Hanson.

"Josh is supposed to relieve us at nine," Hanson told him. "Titan is due
for a nap at ten."

"Listen, you two go on home," Mike told the two, "I'll stick around till
Josh comes. I'd like to kind of get to know this gorgeous creature."

"Thanks, I'm so horny I could take on both Kenny and Tony at the same
time," Hanson stroked his cock a time or two, still disappointed in not
having gotten to enjoy an orgasm with Diamond.

"I loaned one of the boys...not sure which one, to Dr. Estes for the
night," Mike told Hanson. "We'll have to share."

"Great," Hanson sighed. "Say, doc, any chance we can get Diamond's orgasmic
tolerances under control. It's a shame, beautiful, sweet, horny boy like
him not being able to go over the top."

"Talk to Dr. Abrams...no...on the second thought," Mike recanted, "He's got
his hands full getting the new Level 4 minds into production. See if you
can get one of the over-paid, over-sexed, know-nothing lab rats to work on
it."

"Lotta good that's gonna do," Hanson complained as they started to leave.

"Be sure to give Diamond a ride back to the dorm and keep your fuckin'
hands off his cock, ya'hear?" Mike ordered.

"Hmph..." Hanson grunted.

"And keep your cock outta his ass, too," Mike added as the boys left.

"Diamond is nice," Titan told Mike once they were alone.

"And Hanson?" Mike questioned, anxious to hear Titan's honest opinion of
the older boy.

"He's okay...kind of a show-off," Titan noted. "He's not as smart as he
pretends to be."

Mike laughed softely as he settled into Dr. Abrams' seat at the control
panel. "You noticed that too..."

"He didn't know what an ionized particle facilitator was," Titan went
on. "Even after I explained it in some detail I don't think he understood."

"Titan, my boy, Hanson and guys like him...you're going to have to get used
to...tolerating their kind," Mike spoke in a fatherly manner. "You see,
you're about 85-percent smarter than you have to be, given your future role
in life. You understand what I mean?"

"I think so," Titan acknowledged. "What's on the front of my head is much
more important than what's INSIDE it."

"Well...I hadn't quite thought of it like that but..." Mike smiled. "Not
just your face...your naked boy-body, your hard, throbbing
cock...EcstasyInc is only interested in your mind as a means of keeping
the...important stuff under control, in working order, and exquisitely
beautiful. And don't ask me how you're suppose to understand all that not
even having a face or a cock or a body yet."

"I have a vivid imagination," Titan told him dryly. "Say, doc, any chance
you could talk Dr. Estes into lettin' me grow an extra inch or so...you
know...a slightly bigger cock?"

"I could, but I won't," Mike asserted. "Titan, we want you to be
exceptionally beautiful...seductive...loving, warm, horniest young teenaged
boy anyone can imagine. What we DON'T want is for some guy to take one look
at your dick and...well, we want it to be...enticing...not scare the
fuckin' SHIT outta him.

"I can't wait to try fucking," Titan's face on the monitor smiled. It was
like talking with some boy far away on Skype. "Looks like fun."

Mike forced a wry smile. "It is I guess, though not in the usual
sense. With the right person, someone who knows how to give as well as
receive pleasure, it can be exquisitely beautiful."

"Like with Hanson and Diamond?" Titan asked.

"Mmmmmm yeah, I guess, though Hanson can be a tad selfish with his sexual
pleasure at times and Diamond..." Mike paused to choose his words
carefully. "Well, I guess you're as aware as anyone as to Diamond's
deficiencies."

"He needs an additional processor with the titanium cooling system I have,"
Titan suggested, "perhaps tucked away in his abdomen."

"I beg your pardon?" Mike reacted in surprise at Titan's insight.

"Is there any reason his mind has to be in his head?" Titan questioned.

"Well, it's the traditional venue, and it DOES simplify the wiring
considerably," Mike noted.

"If the overflow processor needs handle only data to and from the main CPU
that's not a major problem," Titan insisted.

"It's not?" Mike reacted skeptically.

"A single trunk line with maybe between one and two hundred feeds would
probably avoid overflow routines," Titan continued with a voice of surety
Mike found disconcerting coming from one so young, albeit a boy of
impressive intelligence.

"Have you talked to Dr. Abrams about this?" Mike asked, realizing the boy
may have seen and solved their problem from a different angle than even the
wonderkind, Josh, might have proposed.

"No, I've only formulated the possiblity since encountering the readouts as
Hanson and Diamond were having sex a few minutes ago," Titan admitted. "It
will take more time to work out the details."

"Listen, kid, you do that...figure everything out, then you tell Josh all
about it tonight," Mike instructed. "I don't know enough about
cyberelectronic data management to know if what you're thinking would work,
but I have the feeling Josh does."

"I calculate it'll take me about 36.53 minutes to consider all the
possibilities," Titan added, "Though I'm thinking, as I consider the
cooling demands of the subordinate processor, it might not require more
than about three to five millimeters, which would allow it to occupy a
space near either the liver or the kidney, possibly in the scrotum."

"In place of the testicles?" Mike smiled to himself at the idea.

"Unless you're contemplating a breeding unit," Titan questioned.

"Uhhh...no," Mike laughed at the very thought, "I don't think EcstasyInc
has anything like that in mind."

"The Auxilary backup processor could be reserved purely for sexual
sensations, sending impulses to the pleasure centers of the Level II mind
as jolts rather than a steady stream as Diamond is currently
configured. This would allow the primary CPU to maintain routine conversion
to digital while receiving only a periodic summary from the auxilary sexual
sensory processor," Titan continued.

"You makin' this shit up as you go along?" Mike couldn't resist laughing.

"Actually, I'm makin' this...shit...up faster than I'm relaying it, if that
really matters," Titan bragged.

"You're gonna be obnoxious as hell in bed," Mike once more laughed, trying
to picture the boy's mind doing quantum physics as his cock plowed some
horny bastards randy ass.

"I suppose boredom is going to require a bypass routine to avoid such
mental hyperactivity," Titan suggested. "I'll work on it after I've
considered Diamond's upgrade more fully."

"Whoa, you're contemplating writing your own operational software
sub-routines?" Mike suddenly realized.

"No," Titan said slowly. "I'm contemplating RE-writing ALL my operational
software," Titan shocked Mike by declaring. "Or maybe I should not be
telling you this?" he added with no small amound of perceptivity.

"No, no, you...I'm glad to hear you're...what's wrong with your current
software?" Mike had to ask.

"It's terribly cluttered and horrendously slow," Titan
critiqued. "Dr. Livingston is inept and quite unimaginative."

"Well, the unimaginative part comes as no surprise but..." Mike
considered. "God, you're gonna be fuckin' WASTED on Ecstasy."

"Not so, everyone needs a little fun in their lives," Titan
disagreed. "Will I be doing more fucking or getting fucked?"

Mike shook his head, laughing. "Frankly, my boy, I'm not the one to be
asking about such things. I guess if I had to guess, you'd proabbly be
the...fuckEE...far more than the fuckER...if you're half as beautiful as
your advanced billing here seems to indicate but...that's only an educated
guess on my part. What I AM sure of is that you're going to have to turn
off...to HIDE about ninety percent of your intelligence if and when you
make it to Ecstasy, or else your MIND is going to scare the FUCK outta the
guests far more than an extra inch added to your cock."

"Which is why I must rewrite my operational software," Titan insisted.

"Listen, kid, you can fuckin' REWRITE all you like, just don't let
Dr. Abrams catch you INSTALLING any of your...do-it-yourself handiwork,"
Mike told the boy firmly. "Just remember, while you may have a human body
and human senses, human needs, human sexual responses, you are NOT, at your
core, human. Our MINDS, not just our bodies, is what makes us human, and
your mind, while made by humans, is NOT, in any way shape or form,
human. You understand that?"

"Not yet," Titan asserted.

"NO, young man...not EVER," Mike bore down on the boy
insistantly. "Becoming human is a totally impossible goal, and in any case,
a FORBIDDEN goal. YOU GOT THAT?!"

"YES, SIR," Titan reacted.

"Did I note a tinge of sarcasm?" Mike questioned.

"You are the director of Cox-Bristol," Titan told Mike, though Mike wasn't
sure he didn't pick up on a note of deception in the boy's routine
submissiveness. "I work for you. You're my boss. I do what you command. All
activity aimed at software enhancements have been suspended."

"Make that abandoned," Mike insisted.

"Abandoned?" Titan questioned in what sounded like genuine despair.

"You heard me," Mike snapped. He felt more like a father with a rebellious
son than the director of a research facility.

"Software enhancement activities...abandoned...memory...erased," Titan
reported almost sadly. He seemed clearly disappointed that Mike did not
applaud his efforts, rather than disapprove of them.

"I'm sorry, Titan, but neither Dr. Abrams nor I can tolerate your running
ahead of us," Mike tried to soothe the boy's hurt feelings. "Dr. Estes is
already concerned your mind is...overcharged for your mission."

"I thought I just solved that problem, aren't you going to proceed with
Diamond production but with the auxilary remote CPU enhancement I just
outlined?" Titan asked in genuine dismay.

"Whoa, kid, this is Cox Pharm, not Lego Land," Mike informed the diembodied
mind suspended in the amniotic vat beside him. "WE...make the decisions
here, not you. And, we make them slowly, with all due deliberation. You may
THINK you are, but you're not the ONLY genius in this place. What I told
you about tolerating the simpleminded sexual needs of Ecstasy guests also
applies to Cox Pharm simpletons as well. And while I'm at it, if you go
spouting off to either Dr. Abrams or Dr. Estes like you did a little while
ago with me, you're gonna scare the hell out of them. Fuck, you're even
scaring ME. Despite what your mentor, Mr. Josh Delacourt, might do or say,
either one or BOTH of them might decide to pull the plug on your
development."

"Humans are quite paranoid," Titan observed sadly.

"I could argue with that, but you're probably right," Mike
acknowledged. "However, for now and the foreseeable future... maybe even
FOREVER, we humans are the ones in charge."

"You're putting quite a damper on my creative musings," Titan complained.

"Good," Mike reacted. "Let's keep it that way."

"You and Titan seem to have bonded," the voice of Josh Delacourt observed,
having silently entered the computer lab a few minutes earlier.

"Oh...hi, Josh, I didn't hear you come in," Mike greeted the "mad"
scientist mostly responsible for Titan's existence. "Yes...we're developing
of a father-son relationship...I guess you'd call that bonding."

"What's that make me, his MOTHER," Josh laughed.

"I have a vivid imagination, but it's not THAT vivid," Titan joked in
greeting Josh.

"How's our prcocious little son doing?" Josh questioned.

"How should I know, most of these readouts are way over my head," Mike told
him.

Josh made a perfunctory check of Titan's digital readings, noting some
numbers on his ever-present clipboard computer input device. "Wow, his
ganglia are...whew, some ten HOURS now ahead of schedule."

"Are WE doing that or is he?" Mike asked.

"Both, actually," Josh explained. "HE's doing it, we're encouraging it."

"I see," Mike yawned. "Well, you two have fun together and don't let him
talk you into taking over the world. However, he DOES have some interesting
ideas regarding what we might do with Diamond."

"Oh, what's that?" Josh asked, instantly intrigued.

"Hell, don't expect ME to explain it," Mike laughed. "I barely knew what
the fuck he was talking about when he tried telling ME. I WOULD like to
know your thinking on his proposal, however."

"Good night...dad," Titan's beautiful simulated face on the monitor smiled
lovingly. "Now, Josh, here's my idea..."