Date: Tue, 26 Feb 2013 01:21:42 -0500 From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com> Subject: The Pharm Boys 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 4 "Timmy, this is Dr. Warren," Tink began introducting man and boy to one another in the bedroom after dinner. "You can call me Mike." "You can call me Tim." "Hi, Tim, you are quite beautiful," Mike told the little boy. "Your cock is very impressive." "Thank you, sir, yours is pretty...WOW...it's getting bigger!" Tim observed. "Don't worry, Timmy, Dr...I mean...Mike...Dr. Mike won't be fucking you with it," Tink read the boy's mind. "I'm gonna fuck YOU?" the Tim asked in surprise as they sat side by side on the bed where the Toy had "tested" the boy. "Would you like that, Timmy?" Tink asked the boy. "Dr. Mike is an expert on little boys and he's..." "I am?" Mike looked at Tink in surprise. "If not, you damned well better BECOME one," Tink smiled in return. "Whether you realize it or not, you're in the boy business now up to your eyeballs." "You like it when boys fuck you?" Timmy asked happily. "When they're as cute as you...god, cute doesn't begin to..." Mike sighed in dismay. "Yes, I LOVE it when pretty young boys like you with COCKS like yours fuck me." "Mike will be testing you in place of me," Tink told the boy. "Cool," Tim smiled broadly. "Which way?" "Huh?" Mike looked first at the boy, then Tink. "Face to face or doggy style," Tink translated. "God, you've got a lot to learn." "Oh...face to face, by all means," Mike quickly decided. "I love to KISS my sweet little boys when they fuck me." "Just lie back then, let him do all the work," Tink told Mike. "He may look young but...believe me, he knows what the hell he's doin'. And if he doesn't...well, you need to take note of that. He's YOUR boy now." "What about Lube," Mike questioned. "Oh, he's self-lubricating, right through his skin," Tink told him. "The Cox genetic engineers think of everything, then think how to make it happen." "God, he'd BETTER be," Mike smiled nervously as he watched the boy and his massive pleasure organ take aim at his ass. "Remember, this is more than sex, it's an evaluation," Tink reminded Mike. "I know it'll be hard once he start pounding your ass, but...try to remain objective. Try to think of improvements, physical or programmable. Oh, and, see if you can confirm Toy's observation about his cock." "Uhhhhnnnn...right," Mike grunted as the boy entered him. "Sorry," Tim smiled down at him sympathetically. "No...it's okay...feels good," Mike forced himself to smile back. "Just give me a second." "Pausing," Tim confirmed as Tink observed the two of them from the opposite side of the king-size bed. "He LOOKS like a boy but SOUNDS like a computer," Mike noted. "Okay...a little more...oh yeah, little more...mmmm...smooth. I see what you mean about the self-lubrication. "Feel good?" Tim asked solicitously. "Yes, Timmy, it feels VERY good, you're a very...expert...little fucker." Mike told the boy. "This is weird...looking up, feeling a seven-inch cock and seeing a seven-year-old boy...or younger...what looks like on anyway." "Current lab models look more like ten or eleven," Tink told Mike as the boy moved in to the hilt. "Remember, once they get to a certain point, they no longer grow. He'll still LOOK like he's seven years old when YOU turn sixty." "You're playing with my brain," Mike forced a smile as he felt the boy's incredible young cock consume him. "I see what you mean about being hard to be objective." "You like my fucking?" Timmy asked. "Very much," Mike replied. "Good, his program needs all the feedback you can supply," Tink explained. "If he doesn't get it, he'll ASK for it." "Ohhhhhh fuck, kid, you want feedback, I'll give you feedback," Mike smiled up at the deliciously beautiful little boy. "Your cock feels incredible, absolutely...ohhhhh fuck...ahahhahhah god, yes, in-fuckin-credible...so big, so hard, so...ohahhahh fuck, sooo...what's the word...agile...so fast, so deep...oahahhahh god, boy, ahhahah fuck, you're good, aoghehahehhh my god, sooo...sooo...ahghhahehhah fuck, best fuck I ever had, I think." "Look at him smile. He loves it when you talk dirty to him," Tink slid over, gently kissing the boy's smiling lips. "You're doing great, Timmy, just keep fuckin' him like that, ohhh yeah, fuck him, boy, fuck his ass, in and out, deeper and deeper, ohhhh yeah, yeah..." "He smile too," Timmy reported. "I think he's in love with your cock," Tink told the boy. "Seven is just about my limit," Mike admitted. "If you'd like eight, just tell him so, he can expand up to...nine, is it, Timmy?" "Nine," Timmy confirmed. "Ohhhh god...ohhhhahh, fuck, Timmy, ohhhhhh fuck," Mike gasped in pleasure. "Seven is just fine. If I wanna see his expansion feature...I'll check him out in the lab." "You can spend the night here with us if you like," Tink invited. "Lots more fun than going back to a cold, dark house." "oHHHHHHHHHH my godddd...the kid's incredible...you're incredible, Timmy, your cock...your cock feels so good, every time, right on target, riding right over my prostate, making me...ohhhhh fuck Timmy, can you suck up my cum when I shoot?" "No, but he'll lick you clean afterwards," Tink added, extolling yet another feature of the manufactured boy. "Only his BRAIN is manmade, the rest is...uhhh...natural?" Mike questioned as he writhed in naked sexual pleasure on the end of the boy's driving hard cock. "Well, I guess it depends on your definitions of 'manmade' and 'natural'," Tink explained. "A little faster, Timmy...yeah, atta boy...nice." "Save it, I'm not up to complex difinitions at the moment," Mike moaned as the young boy jerked him toward orgasm. "Ohhh fuck, Timmy, you're starting to make me orgasmic." "I can orgasmic too," Timmy told him proudly. "He means ejaculate," Tink translated. "I rather guessed that," Mike grunted as his pleasure tested his ability to manage it. "If you want to suck him, later, you'll find he has a variety of flavors," Tink went on. "Tell him you want raspberry, that's my favorite." "Sorry, out of raspberry," Timmy reported. "Toy like...likes raspberry also." "Goooood, Timmy, you caught your grammatical error...Toy LIKES raspberry...excellent," Tink congratulated the boy. "God, how can he fuck and think about grammar at the same time?" Mike neared his orgasm. "Be careful, the little-boy inmates over at the lab may take over the asylum," Tink warned light-heartedly. "His...computer that really isn't accurate any more...brain...mind...he's at least up to human capabilities and sometimes beyond. Mostly the science geeks over in your lab are working on they boys' human interfaces right now. "Ohhhhh god, kid, interface me, boy, interface me, fuck the living interface outta me," Mike cried, only half absorbing Tink's mind-boggling discourse. "LOL," the boy laughed. "He's got the sense of humor down pretty well...the expression is still a bit computeristic," Tink admitted. "WTF, I'm doin' the best I can," Timmy reacted to Tink's criticism. "Ohhhhh god, boy, that you are, forget about the funny part, just...just...oohhahhh...ohhhh Tink, he's gonna do it, he's gonna...orgasm me...ohahhehhha god, CUMMMING, TIMMY, CUMMING, CUMMING, MAKIN' ME CUM, TIMMY, OHHAHHAHH FUCK, FEELS GOOD, YOU I CAN FEEL IT, SHOOTIN ALL THAT RASPBERRY...NO...WHATEVER. MY ASSHOLE TASTE BUDS AREN'T VERY WELL DEVELOPED." Mike laughed in spite of his orgasmic ecstasy. "OHHHH YEAH, TIMMY, FEELS GOOD, KEEP...KEEP FUCKIN' ME, KEEP CUMMIN' IN ME, OHHHH GOD, SHOOTIN'...SHOOTIN' A TON OF CUM, OAOHHAHHAH GOD, YES, YES, HARDER, DEEPER, FASTER...OGOAEHHHHAHEHHEAHRHHHHHHHHhhhhhhh!!" "I CUM TOO. I CUM TOO, DR. WARREN, SIR, I CUM TOO, I CUM TOO, I CUM TOO," Timmy cried out in what Mike could only assume was real, human, little-boy sexual pleasure as his monstrous hard cock heaved and thrust, pulsating, ejaculating, for what seemed like an incredible period. "MINT CHOCOLATE...I SHOOT MINT CHOCOLATE THIS TIME." "Little too much mint, not enough chocolate," Tink critiqued. "I make adjustment," Timmy reported. "Ahhhhhh...that's much better," Mike joked as the boy's sexual movements slowed, then ceased. "Play again?" Timmy questioned. "Fuccck...he thinks he a computer game?" Mike laughed. "Well...not far removed, actually but...like I said," Tink paused. "Tell it to your boys at the lab, give them something to keep their minds out of the gutter." "You didn't tell him that," Timmy recalled. "Timmy, you're...never mind," Tink sighed, shaking his head in dismay. "Fucking a computer had it's disadvantages." -------- "Mike's gonna spend the night with us, then I'll take him over to the lab, show his his new office, introduce him around," Tink told his wife as they returned with Timmy following the boy's sexual evaluation. "We'll work over here at the desk," he directed Mike. "Work? Whad'ya mean, WORK?" Mike recoiled at the word. "Goes with the territory. Around here, you fuck a boy...or GET fucked BY a boy, you gotta fill out the necessary paperwork," Tink explained. "This IS a research facility, remember. The queer little perverts over at the lab...don't tell them I said that...eat this shit up...every last detail." "You tellin' me I can expect lots of reports with cum spots all over them?" Mike laughed. "You kidding, this place is PAINTED with boy-cum, Tink joined him, pulling up a second chair at the desk. "And not just mint-chocolate and...hey, Toy, what the fuck, you mean by DRAINING Timmy of all his rasperry cum?" "His strawberry is good," Toy joked. "What? He have a little reservoir or something you refill every so often?" Mike asked in amusement. "How the fuck do I know...you're the scientist," Tink shot back. "But let me know when you find out, I've always been curious about that too." "I think he takes these flavor pills or something," Toy put in as she sat reading. "Okay...name...date, sexual activity, duration..." Tink noted the various items on the report. "I can read," Mike sighed, though he could hardly believe WHAT he was reading. "My god, they wanna know how many times he ejaculated?" "Just guess...what did you feel?" Tink told him. "Was his cock too hot?" Toy questioned from across the room. "Ohhhh, it was HOT alright," Mike laughed, recalling. "TOO hot...as in overheating...I...didn't notice. I guess not." "Go ahead, let me know if you have any questions," Tink smiled, patting his friend on the shoulder. "I'll go in the rec room and pick us out a boy for the night," he told his wife. "Pick two, we'll trade back and forth," Toy instructed. "TWO? You been on the Duralon today." "Hey, someone's gotta entertain the children while you're off zippin' around in your hot little golf cart," Toy told him good-naturedly. "How MANY children? You fill out all the paperwork?" Tink questioned. "Four fucked me, I sucked off...seven...no eight...jacked off ten...make that eleven, I almost forgot Ding-a-Ling," Toy recalled, "and yes, I did the paperwork." "Ding-a-Ling...Silly...don't any of the kids here have NORMAL names?" Mike asked. "Your so-called scientists over there have warped senses of humor," Tink explained. "They get a little punchy after naming the first dozen or so boys each day." "DOZEN?" Mike gasped. "They clone about thirty to forty a day," Tink told him...little babies, of course...not the big boys yet but...' Tink went on. "Hand me another one of those questionaires, I forgot about Izzy, first thing this morning," Toy suddenly recalled. "Mike, you've simply GOT to reduce this paperwork shit...takes all the fun outta...and besides, we hardly have time to FUCK them for all the paperwork the lab guys want," Tink complained. "I mean...I can see it with the manufactured kids but...the clones, and now the imports headed for Ecstasy...?" "I'll see what I can do...ohhhh fuck, how many times did I ejaculate?" Mike cried in dispair. "I was in the middle of the most incredible orgasm I can ever remember and they want me to count SPURTS?" "At least that one's somewhat reasonable, wait till you get down to the question about anal friction coefficients." "I'm a medical doctor, I don't even know what a coefficient IS!" Mike complained as he mercilessly marked that question with two fat question marks. "Who the hell WRITES this shit?" "You DO have mathematicians over there, you know," Tink laughed as Mike finished the questionaire and signed the form. "Okay, now the fun begins, let's go pick YOU out a boy...two if you like...for tonight," Tink invited Mike downstairs to the sizable recreation room filled with nearly a hundred naked little boys of all ages from toddlers appearing to be no more than three or four to pubescent teens appearing to be around thirteen or fourteen. "The little guys are fun to cuddle but aren't much into sex yet," Tink whispered under his breath. "Even on Ecstasy, I never saw anything like this," Mike gaped about in erotic wonder at the embarrassment of naked boyish riches. "Every fuckin' ONE of them are...beautiful...just...beautiful...there's no other word...so beautiful." "Yeah, although you get used to that eventually," Tink told him. "Silly is over there, after what you told him this afternoon, you better pick him." "Wouldn't want to damage his fragile, little-boy ego," Mike smiled, trying to restrain any hint of the sarcasm he was feeling. "I'd go with an older one too," Tink advised. "The younger ones are great the first time around but they simply don't have the stamina to...keep you up all night...if you know what I mean." "I'm pretty tired, especially after Timmy, I'm not sure if I WANT to stay up all night," Mike sighed. "Walk around, take a look, maybe get to know them a little, then come back and tell me you don't wanna stay up all night," Tink urged. "You gonna play with ME tonight," little Silly came over, a pleading look on his lovely sweet face. "You promised..." "Right...okay, kid, you're on!" Mike relented. "Wait for him in the guest room," Tink instructed the boy. "...and no jacking off." "Ohhhh, you're cruel..." Mike joked as he patted the little boy on the rump, sending him off. "Any suggestions?" There were so many. "Lots, but I'm affraid that wouldn't narrow your options much," tink laughed. "Okay, I'll take your advice...let's go with one of the older ones," Mike relented. "Clone, import, or manufactured?" "I gotta fill out paperwork on these little fuckers first thing tomorrow, right?" Mike sighed in dismay. "And let me tell you now, the form is TWICE a long for manufactured boys," Tink told him. "Okay, we'll go with a clone, maybe about thrirteen...twelve or thirteen...make him a cum-shooter." Mike ordered as if from an unseened menu. "I got kind of burned out on pre-pubes after the Pooh Bears." "Good choice...let me see...Marcus...Burk...Louie...uhhhh...Elsworth...Diamond..." Tink called out names as, one by one, five exquisitely beautiful, naked young boys came from various spots around the room and joined them. "Ohhhhhh fuccccckkkk..." Mike gasped as he surveyed the group in lustful dismay. "Boys, this is Dr. Warren...we call him Mike or Dr. Mike...he's going to be our guest overnight...he's already picked Silly to play with tonight and he'd like one of you older boys to..." "Oooooohhhhhh nice COCK, you like to fuck boys?" Louie asked anxiously. Suddenly, all the boys were practically crawling all over Mike. "Whoaaaa..." Mike recoiled in surprise at their enthusiasm. "And whatever you do, don't even THINK about picking more than ONE," Mike warned. "Remember you've already got Silly and, believe me, he alone will be a handful. And as you pointed out, you DO have a long day tomorrow." "I got a really tight ass," Marcus volunteered. "I give blowjobs like you wouldn't believe," Elsworth boasted. Mike had to hold him off or he would have started demonstrating on the spot. "Best cocksucker on the island." "I shoot the newest flavor--bubble gum," Diamond urged. "Omigod, you're a lab boy?" Mike nearly croaked in amazement. As beautiful as the clones were, Diamond easily blew them all away. Right before Mike's eyes the boy's cock almost instantly grew from a generous six dangling inches to an incredible ten or more, jutting straight up toward the ceiling. "You like?" Diamond asked proudly. "Ohhhh forgodsake man, put that fucker AWAY," Burk told him batting away the soaring hard club. "Don't believe him, tastes more like vanilla...just plain jane vanilla to me." "So long as you don't try to FUCK me with it," Mike smiled, leaning forward, kissing the naked young boy he'd chosen. "I'll let that silly Silly do the fucking," Diamond promised, his voice so silky smooth and seductive Mike almost went after him right then and there with all the others watching. Instead he put his arm around the boy's shoulder and headed for the guest room. "I knew you'd go for Diamond," Tink whispered as they passed the living room door heading for the bedroom. "Just remember the paperwork tomorrow...count all those spurts." "Oh, my god, I forgot about the Duralon!" Mike said, suddenly realizing he'd not fortified himself sexually in any way, nor did he have the means to do so. "Toy...get the man a pill," Tink called over his shoulder. "How long since you've had one?" "Six weeks, maybe more," Mike told him softly as Diamond went on ahead to the bedroom. "Better make it half a one, or you'll be flat on your back...testing...boys all night and all day tomorrow." "Hey, I'm a doctor. I helped develop Duralon, remember?" Mike insisted as Toy handed him a pinkish pill. "I'll split it with you," Tink offered. "Toy looks like she could use a good, hard fuck tonight and..." "You coming or not," Silly stood inpatiently, huge, hard, and horny in the bedroom door taunting him. "Or so help me, I'm gonna fuck Diamond." "Right, be right there," Mike smiled as he saw the boy, so tiny and slender with his ludicrously...perhaps lewdicrously large cock sanding rigidly at attention before him. "Here," Tink broke the pill in half and handed Mike his share. Toy handed him a glass of water. "If you fuck Silly, take it easy, he's really tender...gets fucked a lot by the older boys." "With good reason, he PLEADS for it 24-7 almost," Tink noted. "And you WILL be fucking him, sooner or later tonight. But Toy's right...use lots of lube and don't go too deep, his probably the youngest boy you've ever fucked." Mike swallowed the pill. Right before their eyes, little more than seconds later, he started getting harder and harder. "New and improved Duralon, works almost instantly. Seeya in the morning...nature calls... Cumming, Silly." Tink smiled at his wife and hugged her. "Poor guy, he's gonna be dead tomorrow."