Date: Sun, 24 Feb 2013 01:48:22 -0500
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Pharm Boys Chapter 3

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 3


In some ways, the Cox Pharm "secret island" looked pretty much like Ecstasy
Island from the air. It was roughly the same size but sprawled out in the
water a little more. Likewise, it didn't rise quite as high above sea level
as did Ecstasy. There were lots of white sand beaches and swaying palms,
though not as many as Ecstasy. When the bulldozers had hit the place,
taking out the scrub, they'd apparently gone a little too far. The whole
island looked somewhat less lush than Ecstasy. But then, Dr. Mike Warren
told himself as the chopper flew over, this was a working island, not a gay
beach resort. Off to the far side was what he assumed was his new domain,
three large, four or five-story glass and steel edifices each not too
unlike the Cox Pharm behemoth on Ecstasy. He found himself wondering if
there was a plush "fitness center" in the sub-basement like Ron Duncan had
installed at Cox Pharm--Ecstasy.

There was one major difference between the two islands. This place had a
three-thousand-foot runway in place of a heliport. The bright white chopper
sat down right in the middle of it. Off to one side was a modest passenger
terminal in Cox's white concrete, glass and steel. Rising from the center
of the terminal was a slender column topped with a control tower above
which was what appeared to be some kind of penthouse, giving the whole
thing somewhat the look of a flying saucer beaming down a tan death ray of
some sort. Beyond that were two plane hangars. The runway completely
bisected the island, though the bulk of the land mass was to the south of
the east-west paved landing strip. At three-thousand feet, Cox
International's private jets could land and take off. That meant he'd have
to stay on his toes. The Cox-suckers could, and would, drop in unannounced.

Moreover, the transportation facilities also meant that the island was in
the "people business," or more precisely, the BOY business. On a spit of
sand opposite the research labs Mike could see an ongoing construction
site. He didn't know for sure, but he guessed that would be the top-secret
manufacturing facility which those "in the know" back on Ecstasy had told
him would be totally underground, ostensibly to protect it from hurricane
force winds, but Mike's instincts told him that hiding the facility
undergound was more designed to protect it from a potentially MORE powerful
force--prying eyes.

From the air, the research facility could pass for a resort hotel. Indeed,
there was a large swimming pool situated between the three
buildings. Across the narrow inlet to the lagoon, a "boy factory" might
look very much like just what it was from the air or in satellite
photos. Strangely though, there didn't seem to be any work taking place at
the construction site. He felt the copter settle gently to the tarmac.

"Heaayyyyyyy, what the fuck you doin' wearin' CLOTHES," Scott Tinker
greeted his new boss with a very naked bear hug. They'd been acquaintences,
maybe even what some might call close fiends, but never THIS close."

"Scott, nice of you to organize this impressive welcoming party," Mike
joked looking around.  Scott WAS the impressive welcoming party--impressive
for its one-man size. "I guess I didn't realize this place was naked city
too."

"Hey, it's all part of the fabled 'Land of Ecstasy'," Scott began
unbuttoning Mike's colorful "Hawaiian" shirt. "Come on, get naked, your tan
looks like it could use some work."

"I just spent a month back home with parents and relatives," Mike made the
excuse. "Not much chance to work on my all-over tan."

"Well, whadya think?" Scott asked anxiously broadly gesturing about as the
chopper took off and nearly drowned out his words. "How does it feel to be
the master of all you survey?"

"Well, it's obviously not Ecstasy, but it does have a...certain charm,"
Mike smiled, putting the place in its best light as he kicked off his
loafers and stepped out of his slacks. "Where's your lovely wife?"

"Hey, we got almost a hundred boys over on the farm to nursemaid," Scott
laughed as he watched Mike finish getting naked. They entered the terminal
where Tinker placed the clothes in a locker then handed Mike the key. "One
of us has to WORK around this place, don't you know. Don't lose that key if
you ever want to leave the island again...it's like your passport."

"A HUNDRED boys...just the TWO of you?" Mike gasped in surprise as he
retrieved his small carry-on from what passed for customs in the Land of
Ecstasy."

"Well, sort of. They keep promising us help from Ecstasy...I was hoping
someone might be coming with you...but of course you just flew in from
Nassau so..." Scott explained. "Actually the older boys kind of take care
of the younger boys so it's mostly a matter of supervising the
ten-to-twelve-year-olds."

"You referred to a farm?" Mike asked in surprise. "You mean like cows and
pigs and chickens?"

"No COWS though some of them EAT like pigs and in some areas boys their age
ARE referred to a chickens, so..." Tink joked. "Actually it's quite similar
to what we had on Ecstasy with the new recruits except on a larger scale
and the turnover here is greater. God, I sure as hell miss Kevin."

"They tell me young Mr. Cox is the new dean of boys on Ecstasy," Mike
passed on the latest grapevine news.

"Kevin?  What happened to Ronon?" Tink questioned in surprise as they
headed off in one of the island's ubiquitous golf carts.

Mike shrugged. "Maybe Cox--Nassau didn't think much of his taking out one
of Duncan's 'goons' that night the Pooh Bears all got away."

"God, I hope not." Tink said sadly. "I'll get on the satellite phone with
Darin and see if I can't get him sent over here."

"They ARE married, you know," Mike reminded him needlessly. "I'm sure
Mr. Romeo would never split them up."

"All the better, they'd make a nice team working with the boys," Tink
asserted.

"Well...good luck with that, but don't be surprised if your Mr. Romeo wants
to keep his bratty little playboy son on a short leash," Mike suggested.

"You're not overly fond of ANYONE at EcstasyInc, are you?" Tink decided.

"We've had our differences," Mike admitted.

"Yet rumor has it YOU were the one who sprung the Pooh Bears," Tink
suggested.

"Don't believe everything you hear," Mike told him, purposely neither
admitting nor denying the truth.

"Gotcha," Tink smiled knowingly, the so-called rumor having been confirmed
in his own mind simply by Mike's reply.

"What're we stopping here for...this MY place?" Mike looked about in
disbelief at the impressive jungle style beach house quite unlike the
starkly modern quarters occupied by senior staffers on Ecstasy.

"I thought you might want to drop off your bag, freshen up a little, before
we go up to the farm," Tink told him. "Toy's got a little more ambitious
welcoming party planned for you tonight."

"It's so...so tropical," Mike blinked as he looked about, admiring the
rich, dark woods of the porch deck with its dense palms and profusely
flowering plant life all around. "It's beautiful."

"Yes, well, it came with the territory," Tink explained. "This was the
beach house built by the guy who formerly owned the island. WE got the main
house up there," he pointed toward a low-rising hill near the center of the
island. "The farmhouse, so to speak."

"This was a working plantation?" Mike ask as they entered through the
massive, ornately carved double doors.

"Oh, probably, once upon a time...not in OUR lifetime but..." Tink told
him.

"WOW...nice...so open and airy...very pleasant," Mike smiled in approval of
his spacious new "digs."

"Cox remodeled the place a bit, added the wing over there with the
bedrooms, spruced up the interior a little," Mike explained, "but they were
pretty good about maintaining the overall ambience, I think."

"Looks like it might get a little...damp and breezy when the tropical
storms come through," Mike suggested even as he appreciated what might well
be the place's fatal flaw. "It seems to be build awfully close to the
water."

"Barely three feet above high tide, but Cox thought of the storm
problem...look..." Tink smiled as he pressed a button on a control panel
behind a painting. Suddenly there came the sound of electric motors and the
place began to grow dim. Heavy metal doors unrolled from their hiding place
in the veranda ceiling completely sealing off the interior of the house
from the elements. It became pitch black.

"Who turned off the lights," Mike joked as Tink pressed the same button and
reversed the protective process.

"It seals watertight, too. One thing you can say about Cox, they like to
protect their investments." Tink laughed. "I suppose you noticed out little
construction project over there across the lagoon from the lab."

"I noticed it wasn't very little and there wasn't much constructing going
on," Mike told him.

"They work only at night and what you're seeing now, big as it might seem,
is only about one TENTH the size of the facility," Tink explained. "That's
just the final, above ground unit, the rest is already buried. Part of it's
even in operation, though I'm not supposed to know that. They work building
the place only at night to keep prying eyes in the sky at bay."

"Paranoid, huh?" Mike suggested as he took a piss in his new bathroom.

"You know Cox...especially after the Pooh Bears," Tink noted. "They're not
taking any chances."

"Okay, I guess I'm as 'fresh' as I'll ever be," Mike joked. "I'll unpack
all my 'valuable belongings' later. I'm anxious to see this farm of yours,
as you call it."

"Great!" Tink eagerly headed back toward the front of the
house. "Ohhh...don't forget your Duralon?"

"Duralon?" Mike asked in surprise. "I don't have any Duralon. It's been
weeks since I...it gonna be THAT kind of party tonight?"

"Hey, we're naked, this is the Land of Ecstasy, we've got almost a hundred
extremely beautiful, very naked, very horny little boys over there,
virtually any age that suits your fancy," Tink laughed. "You tell me..."

--------

"Hey, mister, you the new doc?" a sweet little blond-headed boy of six or
seven asked as Tink and Mike alit from the golf cart in back of the
"farmhouse." Actually it appeared to be a sprawling, three-story, mansion
villa.

"That's right, I'm Dr. Warren. What's YOUR name?"

"I'm Silly," the naked little boy smiled up at him.

"Short for Sylvester," Tink smiled down at the youngster, mussing his hair
as the boy hugged him lovingly.

"Cute name," Mike laughed, "for a VERY cute little boy."

"You got a really big cock," the little boy observed, reaching out,
touching it, as if to make sure it was real. "Would you like me to suck it
for you?"

"You're gonna have to get used to that around here," Tink suppressed a
laugh in seeing the surprised look on Mike's face. "The boys come here as
soon as they're out of diapers. Most have their first sexual experiences
within a year...usually just a few weeks, in fact. By the time they're five
or six they're regular little orgasm addicts."

"You have a very big cock too," Mike returned the compliment. It wasn't
hard but it hung a good five inches from the tyke's slender groin.

"Penifed," Tink accounted for the boy's precocious sexual endowment.

"My god, every ONE of them?" Mike gasped as he looked around at the dozens
of kids playing about.

"Yep...although in Silly's case, he's a clone...they briefed you on all
that, right?" Tink stopped short.

"They did, but nothing could have prepared me for...for Silly," Mike stared
in dismay at the cute little sexual creature Cox had fashioned.

"Wanna see it hard?" Silly asked hopefully as he began jacking himself, not
waiting for Mike to answer.

"I think he's gonna show you whether you want to see or not," Tink winked
at Mike.

The boy's five inches quickly became an almost comical seven. "Ain't it a
nice one?"

"Uhhh...very nice," Mike managed. "God he'll have twelve before he's
twelve."

"Close. His DNA donor from Minnesota has eleven...he could top twelve I
suppose, what with penifed, although Cox is working on a drug...maybe you
already know this...to STIFLE some aspects of puberty to avoid extremes
that would make the boys...how should I put this?  Unmarketable?"

"Oh, I've heard THAT before," Mike sighed, rolling his eyes. "That was part
of the Pooh Bear testing goals. I don't know how far they got with it."

"See how big it is, ya wanna SUCK me?" Silly strutted his stuff proudly,
his tiny, thin, hips thrust forward, his genetically engineered boy-cock
rising rock hard from his slender, hairless groin.

"Not just now...maybe later," Mike put him off.

"Don't do that," Tink told him as they proceeded toward the steps leading
up the the main level of the huge mansion.

"Do what?" Mike asked in dismay as they climbed the steps.

"Don't put him off, and if you do, don't promise," Tink continued. "Mike
these little boys are all fully aware that they are destined to be sex
toys. Their whole self-concept is built around their sexual
attractiveness. Being refused...well...especially at his age. You see the
look on his face? You hurt his feelings. Then to top it off, with so many
boys, it's difficult to keep promises like that, though in Silly's case,
I'm sure he'll pester you to death until he gets his orgasm."

"I've sucked boy-cocks...quite a number of them, in fact but..." Mike shook
his head in dismay. "I'm not sure I could do a boy his...how old IS he,
anyway?"

"How old do you think?" Tink asked.

Mike looked back over his shoulder. A slightly older boy was now sucking
Silly's cock. "I'm not a perfect judge of boys' ages...especialy younger
ones like him, but I'd say six, seven maybe."

"He's ten," Tink bombshelled him.

"What?" Mike cried in amazement, looking back yet again. "You've GOT to be
fuckin' KIDDING me?"

"Looks like you've got a lot to learn about genetic engineering," Tink told
him seriously. "Cox is specifically cloning them small in stature. The
LITTLE boy market is astounding."

"No wonder this place is so secret," Mike shook his head as they went
inside. In the living room, at least a dozen young boys of all ages lay
sprawled about in all their exquisitely beautiful naked glory. Some were
watching TV. Others were playing computer games, while one or two others
were reading. Only two of them were actually having sex but there wasn't a
soft cock amongst the lot of them. Moreover, many of the boys could match
either Mike or Tink inch for inch.

"Tell Mike I'll be down as soon as Timmy finishes with me," they heard
Tink's wife, Toy (Latoya), call from a sleeping area upstairs.

"Wanna watch?" Tink smiled leacherously motioning for Mike to follow him.

"Uhhh...errr...she...she won't mind?" Mike asked cautiously as they climbed
the broad main staircase of the heavily remodeled mansion.

"Mike, forgodsakes, forget about real world sex...even Ecstasy sex," Tink
told him. "You saw the boys outside...you saw Silly. They're little
kids. Sex is playtime to them. Toy is simply PLAYING with Timmy, exchanging
orgasms, so to speak.

Mike thought he was prepared for what he would see.  He wasn't. Timmy
appeared to be younger than Silly. His hard, thrusting, young boy-cock was
at LEAST as big, perhaps bigger. Toy lay spread-eagle in the middle of the
bed while the kid rode down on her with incredible, speed, power, and
sexual proficiency.

"Ohhhh yeah, good boy, Timmy, nice, ohhh yeah, yeah, yeah, boy, that's it,
fuck momma, boy, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, Timmy, ohhh yeah, you get
better every time we fuck, ohhh yeah, do it to me, boy, do it to me, do it
to me, keep doin' it to me like that, ohhh yeah, yeah, ohhhhhh god, feels
good, Timmy. You're makin' me feel really sexual, really orgasmic, ohhhh
fuck yeah, Timmy, make me cum, Timmy, do it to me, do it to me, ohahhah
god, yes, yes, yes, Timmy, ohh yeah, you've learned sooooo much since you
came here last week, you're really good, ohhhhh god, yes, yes, yes,
yessssss..." Toy obscenely urged the boy on as his tiny little boy-body
drove into her with incredible speed and agility.

"See anything unusual?" Tink asked the dumb question of the day.

Mike blinked. "UNUSUAL? I see EVERYTHING unusual!" he gaped at the erotic
sexual spectacle before him.

"Timmy is a manufactured boy," Tink divulged.

Mike was speechless.

"AAIIEAEHHRHHGHEAOEHGHHAHH...OAOEHAEHRHHEHAIEIIRHHGHHAHEHRHHG...OHAHHEHHEHHGH
GOD, TIMMY, TIMMY, TIMMY, YOU'RE MAKIN' ME CUM, TIMMY, YOUR COCK, YOUR
NAKED LITTLE BOY-BODY, OHHHHH FUCK TIMMY, FUCK ME, TIMMY, KEEP FUCKIN' ME,
KEEP FUCKIN' ME, AOGHEHAHEHRHH GOD, YES, YES, YES, TIMMY, DO IT ORGASM WITH
ME, TIMMY, AHGHEAOEIRHOIH FUCK, FUCK FUCK FUCK, FEELS GOOD, FEELS GOOD,
OHHAHHAHE GOD, TIMMY, YOU GIVE GOOD ORGASMS, OHAHHAHHH YEAH, OHHAHHA FUCK
YOUR COCK IS DRIVING ME FUCKIN' CRAZY, TIMMY, TIMMY, TIMMY, TIMMMY!" Toy
screamed out her sexual joy as the boy joined her in his own pleasure.

"FEELING IT, FEELING IT, OHAHHAH YEAH, MY ORGASM IS A 9.66. OHHHH YEAH,
REALLY FEELING GOOD, GOOD, AOGHEHAEHRH YEAH, YEAH, FUCKIN' GOOOOOOODDD!"
Timmy cried in the midst of his own orgasmic reaction.

"I suppose it would be meaningless to talk about how old he is," Miked said
as he stopped himself before doing so.

"Not really, Timmy is about a year old. We're working, fine-tuning him,
inputting sexual reaction data into his artificial intelligence program."
Tink explained. "He'll be going back to your people at the lab...the
sex-crazed nerds who made him...for further testing and refinements in his
code, then we'll get him back for a few days for more...I know this is
gonna sound stupid...but we get him back for 'real world' testing
again. It's a cycle that's been going on here for several weeks now...since
we got here and took over."

"Un-fuckin'-believable," Mike observed as the boy disengaged his seven-inch
cock from Toy's cunt.

"Believe it," Tink told him. "I'll go a round with him later
tonight...unless YOU wanna do the honors."

Mike was tempted to pass, then, recalling what Tink had said about hurting
the young boys' feelings, he shrugged, "Sure. You'll have to guide me, I
never fucked a...manufactured boy...before." Something else badly needed a
name, Cyborg maybe?

"Hi, Mike, sorry to keep you waiting," Toy joined them, hugging both Mike
and her husband, her exquisitely slender waist contrasting dramatically
with her more than ample breasts. "I was hoping to clear my schedule for
tonight so we could visit.  Dinner's in the oven, shouldn't be long." She
turned and headed down to the ground floor to the kitchen. "Oh...Tink, I
almost forgot, when Timmy fucks you tonight...I don't know for sure whether
it was him or me, but I think his cock may be overheating. It wasn't
uncomfortable...for ME at least but..."

"Is that a common problem?" Mike questioned.

"Nawwhhh...not really...minor adjustment, according to your boys, but it's
one WE can't make here," Tink told him. "Actually there's almost NOTHING we
can do to him except through normal vocal input...not even an on-off switch
like some of the older androidal models you'll see in the lab being
reconfigured."

"Sounds...dangerous...what if he...? Mike frowned.

"Goes beserk?" Mike laughed. "Hi, Timmy, nice performance, dinner will be
ready soon."

"He eats?" Mike reacted in surprise.

"Only his mind is...well...not entirely human. All else..." Tink went
on. "As for his suddenly running amok, he does have an emergency spot that
will shut him down, but...well...it's tantamont to...murder."

"Murder?" Mike asked in surprise as they settled into matching recliners.

"Total wipeout...body even begins to decay. Reboot takes almost a
MONTH...if he's lucky."

"Sounds like he needs more work," Mike judged.

"He's not a model you'll be looking to manufacture," Tink quickly told him.
"The body didn't mature enough...growth inhibited, and worse...he FARTS!
Ohhh god, does he...stinks to high heaven."