Date: Fri, 8 Mar 2013 02:34:53 -0500 From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com> Subject: The Pharm Boys Chapter 7 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 7 "This is the man...err...well...boy...whatever...you're gonna rely on most," Scott Tinker introduced Dr. Warren to yet another face as they toured the research facility for which Mike Warren was now responsible. "This is Hanson...I...don't think I ever heard his first name, everyone just calls him Hanson," Tink continued, "Herman," the young man smiled and shook Mike's hand. "Which, I guess, explains why everyone calls him Hanson," Tink joked. "Hanson, Dr. Warren." "Mike," Mike told the extremely good-looking man-boy, who appeared to be little more than sixteen or seventeen, though Mike guessed he was somewhat older. "I'm sorry, but we're not allowed to call our supervisors by their first neme," Hanson told him. "Long time company policy." "I'm changing it...at least for YOU," Mike told Hanson. "How old are you?" "Eighteen, how old are you?" Hanson asked. "Twenty-five," Mike replied, taking an instant liking for the man. "Nice cock for an eighteen-year-old." "Thanks, I exercise it a lot, keep in in shape," Hanson joked. "I bet you do," Mike smiled. "We'll have to work out together sometime." "Now?" Hanson suggested. "It's tempting, but we're both still on the clock," Mike told him, "and I've already got one guy on my shit list for having sex on the job." "Let me guess, Dr. H?" Hanson laughed. "The man apparently has a reputation," Mike sighed. "Take my advice," Hanson told Mike. "If you're gonna fire him, wait a few days, get your feet wet, get your bearings..." "Good advice," Tink agreed. "Listen, this is as far as I go. I got a little boy out by the pool by now, waiting for a ride home, and Toy wants me to teach a new group of horny little fuckers Dildo 101 so..." "Tink, please, don't leave me here alone with this...gorgeous creature," Mike pleaded. "Sorry, I couldn't continue your tour if I wanted to," Tink smiled. "I'm not cleared for...dark secrets." "Dark secrets?" Mike looked at him askance. "Here, wear this badge around your neck," Hanson handed Mike a plastic card with his picture on it. He slipped its chain over Mike's head. "They ought to TATTOO these on our chests, we wear them practically 24-7." "This is where I quit being bored, right?" Mike smiled. "What's you're position here, by the way? You're too young and cute to be a doctor, though that seems to be the primary requirement around here." "I'm your personal assistant," Hanson told him. "And I'm EXTREMELY glad to have you on board. Dexter Steven is about as much fun as a colonoscopy." "Tink told me he took some getting used to," Mike laughed as they headed outside to a second buildng it what appeared to be a three-unit complex. "That's the residency block where most of us live," Hanson indicated a four-story balconied apartment building directly behind the lab building, separated by a large, round, swimming pool. "Most of these guys really don't LIVE there, they just sleep...well, nap there from time to time. "Next door is the computer lab. Basically, if it's neat and clean, it's in this building. If it's wet and messy, its in the med lab. We'll go back there later." "Nice pool," Mike noted as the turned left and headed to the "neat and clean" glass and tile building built right out to the edge of the water on the peninsular spit of two or three sandy acres which the complex occupied. "Don't they worry about storms here...every thing can't be much more than a couple feet above sea level." "Worry, yes, but not much more," Hanson joked. "You'll notice lots of sea walls on the lower levels of the buildings and the windows all have hurricane shutters that roll down but..." "Yes, Tink showed me the ones over at my place," Mike told him. "Impressive." "You're easily impressed," Hanson laughed. "Which means where we're going now is gonna blow you're fuckin' mind." "Won't be the FIRST blowjob I've ever had," Mike joked with his new personal assistant as they entered the building, passed through security, and headed for an elevator. Mike was a little startled when, instead of going UP, they went down...four levels, in fact. "This is Dr. Abrams...Mark Abrams...head of digital imaging," Hanson introduced him to a twenty-something, and for once not exceptionally attractive young man. "Mark, Dr. Warren. First day on the job. He has no idea what he's getting into here, so break it to him gently." "Dr. Warren, thank god you're here, Dexter Stevens is a slave driver." Dr. Abrams greeted Mike warmly. "I'll talk to you later about a day off." "You got it," Mike smiled, shaking the man's hand. "What's happening here in this ultimate man cave?" "Well, to save time, first tell me what you know about what we do here," Mark Abrams began. "Okay...let me see...I know we're apparently in the business of manufacturing young boys as...'marketable commodities'...for EcstasyInc." "Not quite yet, but soon," Mark interjected. "And I assume you're into the...brains...inside these young boys, right? Mike continued. Dr. Abrams nodded. "I'm guessing you're gonna tell me Cox Pharm is light years ahead of any other genetic research entity on the planet. How'my doin?" "Gettin' there," Mark smiled. "And you're working with fourth-generation Testalon...T-44 I think you're calling it and..." Mike went on. "Apparently you've done your homework. MD, right?" Abrams guessed. "I believe you were involved with the Pooh Bears..." "You might say that," Mike chose his words carefully, well aware that talk of the Pooh Bears was a touchy subject. "We need more MDs here, way too many PhDs...inmates running the asylum, so to speak," Mark Abram smiled, though it was obvious he was NOT joking. "I could go on but...as you say, I've done my homework," Mike took note of the doctor's knowing manner. "You've obviously met Diamond," Mark Abrams eyed Mike's bluish tint. "This is where his brain came from." "I'd guessed that," Mike noted with interest. "This is also where he got his good looks," Mark continued. "Where he was fabricated?" Mike asked in surprise. "No, that's next door, this is where he was DESIGNED," Dr. Abrams explained. "Let me show you. Here we have one of the most powerful mainframe computers on the planet. Hell, only COX could afford this sucker. It's roughly a million times more powerful than you're average laptop. Anyway, as you can see here on the screen, we're able to control virtually every aspect of human physiology from the length of a boy's eyelashes (we make them excessively long) to whether or not he prefers catsup or mustard on his hotdogs. We can make him six feet tall or five-foot two, eyes of blue." "So when people talk about...'Diamond lookalikes' they're..." "Not cleared for 'dark secrets," Mark smiled. "Remember the little boy you brought over this morning with the cock that wouldn't go down?" Hanson asked. "He's one of our first upgrades." Dr. Abrams told Mike. "We are talking about Swifty, right?" "Upgrades?" Mike asked in surprise and dismay. "He said he was a clone but..." "Mike, we didn't start making Diamond without working up to it," Mark revealed patiently. "In Swifty's case, we surgically removed part of his human brain and replaced it with our manmade upgrade." "FUCCCCKKKK...are you kidding me? You're NOT kidding me..." Mike reacted. "The key was developing the electro-chemical synapse technology allowing the upgrade to interface with the more basal portion of his human brain," Dr. Abrams continued. "So...let me guess...his...priapism...his erection problem wasn't physiological at all," Mike reacted, realizing how much he had to learn...or relearn. "His problem took about ten second and three keyboard strokes to fix," Mark told Mike. "Then we sent him on his way...last I saw of him, his hot little boy-cock was reacting quite normally," Hanson filled in the details. "Few people know it outside this lab, but there are a half-dozen other cute little boys similar to Swifty with varying size upgrades living incognito on the island," Mark went on. "Even Tink is unaware of them," Hanson told Mike. "Swifty and...I think one other boy who was in here the other day...Rexy I believe...they're the only ones we've had to adjust in any way." "With Rexy we dialed back his ejaculatory frequencey a notch or two," Mark recalled. "From what I hear, that's a problem with several other boys over on the farm," Mike told them, using the common reference he'd heard more than once since comming to the island. Mark and Hanson looked at one another with concern. "We'll look into it," Mark promised. "Can you remotely monitor these boys?" Mike asked. "Only Diamond," Mark smiled. "By the way, you gave him a pretty thorough stress test last night. We were seeing spikes in his CPUs that, I'll admit, scared us a little." "So, that means I don't have to fill out paperwork each time I fuck the kid?" Mike reacted. Mark and Hanson looked at one another and smiled. "The paperwork thing is something we instituted to...shall we say... moderate the staff sexual activity with the boys somewhat. I'm guessing people have been lobbying you to do away with it or cut back on it, right?" Mike nodded. "Too much sex? What about...I think Cox has a pill for that, right?" "Debron..." Hanson gave it a name. "Would you believe, we DO use it...not as much as some would like..." "MORE than OTHERS would like, from what I hear," Mark added, "though that's more YOUR bailiwick than mine. It's something that's gonna land on your desk before long." "It's there now," Hanson confirmed. ----------------------------- When Hanson finally got around to showing Mike his office, it was getting to be late in the afternoon. "About twice the size I need," Mike judged as he looked about. Hanson had been right about his desk. It seemed EVERYTHING had landed on his desk for the past several MONTHS in fact, and STAYED there. "Fuck, didn't...what'zisname...Stevens do ANYTHING but stare into that million-dollar microscope of his?" "TEN million-dollar microscope, and...no, only what absolutely HAD to be done...or what he, himself, WANTED done," Hanson explained. "We just got the bill for his new plaything yesterday, that's how I knew." "Well, I've not priced scanning elctron microscopes in a while but..." Mike's voice trailed off as he came face to face, toe to toe, cock to cock with his boyishly beautiful young assistant. "It's after five, right?" "Somewhere..." Hanson gasped as Mike pulled him into his arms and kissed him with a desperate sexual need that took both their breaths away. "God, you're...fuck, I promised myself I wouldn't go around telling every beautiful young boy I met how beautiful they were but...I can't help it...you're fuckin' beautiful...gorgeous, lovely..." "Et-cetera, et-cetera, et-cetera," Hanson breathe between his lips. "I want you in me." "Here...now?" Mike was a little startled by the young man's insistance. "Top right drawer...KY..." Hanson told Mike as they ground their already hardened cocks together between them. Almost without breaking their kissed, Mike strained backwards and found the drawer, then the well-used tube of lube. "Dexter fuck you too?" "How you think he got the microscope," Hanson moaned between Mike's kisses. "YOU...you can spend that kind of money?" Mike asked in surprise as he greased up his cock. "No, but I can keep quiet about it when HE does," Hanson smiled as he felt Mike's slippery fingers probing his ass. "He any good?" Mike asked as they settled to a leather couch along the wall. "He can be, when he can concentrate on something besides the job...which is rare," Hanson gasped as Mike entered him. Oahahhh fuccckkkkkk..." "Sorry..." Mike sighed, apologizing for his eagerness to fuck the man-boy beneath him. "Don't be, I'm the number one HUMAN slut around here, I know how to take a cock," Hanson grimaced as Mike slipped into him deeper and deeper." "So it would seem," Mike sighed as he drove into his personal assistant's ass to the hilt. "Ohhhhhhh fuck nice..." Hanson moaned. "Fuck me now and don't you dare mention business." "Number one slut, huh?" Mike smiled down at the boy, "How'd I get so lucky?" "I fucked my way to the top," Hanson admitted, his words as much a BOAST as a confession. "Feels like you have in mind to STAY there too," Mike began rythmically plowing Hanson's juicy hot love canal. "Brains, beauty, a hot cock and a randy ass...guaranteed road to success," Hanson claimed as he threw himself, body, mind, and soul into the sexual act of giving them both deep, powerful, jolts of naked sexual pleasure. "You have a roommate?" Mike questioned as he picked up the pace of their fucking a bit. "THREE of them, actually, though only one hangs around long enough to fuck me very much," Hanson murmurred as he gave as good as he got. "The other two work for Dexter. Doc Abrams was right, he drives them like galley slaves. "You're talking business," Mike teased the gorgeous hunk of male flesh encompassing his cock as they wildly fucked each other. "You a quick cummer?" "On the business...oops...pleasure end of a cock like yours, I am," Hanson gasped as his aching sexual pleasure threatened to become orgasmic. "Wanna cum now or later?" Mike cried as the effort to please the man-boy threatened to exhaust him. "NOW...NOW...OHHAHHHAHHAH GOD, NOW...NOWWWWWW....NOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOW...NOW...NNNNOOOOOWWWW," Hanson cried out as his cock spurted powefully between them. "YOU GOT IT, KID, YOU...AOGOHEOAOIERIHOAIEH FUCCCKKK...YOU GOTTTTT...AIGIOEAHERIOAIHE GOT IT...AGOIEIAOIERH GOD, SHOOTIN' CUM SO DEEP, SO MUCH...YOU'RE GONNA SQUISH ALL DAY TOMORROW," Mike cried as he orgasmed deep inside the boy, "OHHAHH FUCK, YEAH, OHHHHH GOD, YOU'RE SUCH A HOT FUCK! OAHEOOAIEHRO FUCK, FEELS GOOD, FEELS GOOD, AGOIEAHOEIHOI GOD, YES, YOUR HOT FUCKIN' ASS, MAKIN' ME CUM, MAKIN' MY COCK SHOOT...AHGEAEOIAHOIH FUCK, GHOEIAHOEIRHOIAHEREIAHO FUCK, HANSON, YOU'RE FUCKIN' INCREDIBLE, GBHOAIEHORIH GOD, AHAOEOIAHAHAHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhh!" Mike peaked then slowly slacked off. "Much better than Dexter Stevens," Hanson sighed in blissful ecstasy. "You wanna scanning electronic microscope too, I hear Sears is running a sale..." "I want YOU! I want you to move into MY place," Mike told Hanson...today...tonight...lock, stock, and fucking cock, and balls." "You sure, I've already assigned you to really hot young kids as houseboys...Kenny and Tony...they're cousins," Hanson revealed. "I've given them both a test run...really hot and horny...and smart too." "A couple of Abram's upgraded brainiacs?" Mike guessed. "That's so secret, even YOU'RE not allowed to know, Hanson teased as he felt Mike's cock inside him shrinking. "Manufactured?" Mike guessed. "Don't lie to me, I know there's at least...three to five other lab-built boys out there." "You're wrong," Hanson told him as Mike slipped from his ass. "SEVEN...three different generations." "Generations?" Mike repeated. "Models...1.5s, 2.7s, and 3.1s," Hanson revealed. "Diamond is a 3.3." "You're not cleared to know all that, are you?" Mike guessed as he held Hanson naked on top of him. "You learn a lot if you sleep with the right people." Hanson smiled down at him. "Like how YOU were the one who blew Pooh Bear Tea out of the water." "Let me guess...Tink?" Mike sighed, impressed with the boy's sources. "Nope, but close," Hanson insisted. "I'm bi, by the way." "Tink know you're fuckin' his wife?" Mike asked. Hanson shrugged. "Who knows...who cares, in fact." "Remind me not to make an enemy of you," Mike smiled, kissing Hanson again and again. "I'm kind of your eyes and ears," Hanson told Mike as they separated. "We better shower, I shot quite a load, and we're having dinner tonight with Dr. Estes." "Dr. Who? Never mind. Okay if I join you?" Mike leered at the boy. "Whoa...later..." Hanson held him off. "When I get done...if there's still hot water..." "A cold shower would do me good," Mike called after the boy as the eighteen-year-old disappeared into Mike's private suite next to his office. Sitting down at his new desk for the first time, Mike spotted a stack of eight-by-ten color photos. There were more than a dozen. He sifted through them out of curiosity. It took several seconds before he realized what he was seeing. His mouth fell open. Each photo was dated and in sequence, each taken a day apart. The first was so strange looking, even as a medical doctor, he at first didn't recognize what he was seeing. Comparing the second and third he suddenly recognized one of Dr. Abram's brain upgrades. However, in this case, it appeared to be an entire synthesized brain suspended in the same clear plastic vat as the first photo. In the fourth photo Mike suddenly realized there was a skull growing around the brain. The fifth photo confirmed his suspicion. The sixth was the real shocker. It was not a BABY'S skull but that of a child of five or six. The next photo had a face. The next one had was a full-length shot of the boy's entire body...what appeared to be an eight-year-old boy! "My Godddddd..." Mike gasped involuntarily. He recognized the boy. It was Timmy, the kid he and Toy had fucked just the day before. It came as no surprise that Timmy was "manufactured." The photos graphically depicted Timmy as somehow having been "conceived" in a vat of what Mike guessed was synthecized ambiotic fluid. Cox Pharm was starting with Dr. Abram's manufactured brains then forming biological tissue...skin, bone, muscle, glands, organs, entire boy-bodies around them. Moreover, they were doing so in as little as...he counted the photos, checking dates...TWELVE DAYS! He realized now there had been hints at various stops on his whirlwind tour, but only at that moment did Mike suddenly come to grips with the real shocker--HOW Timmy had been "manufactured," and much more importantly, according to the dates on the photos, how FAST.