Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2013 09:55:38 -0400
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Pharm Boys Chapter 8

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 8


Dr. Samuel Estes was in his late forties. By Cox Pharm standards, that was
almost grandfatherly. "Dr. Estes is the man in charge of getting our boys
from the lab to the factory floor," Hanson explained over coffee after
dinner in the commons area of the staff residence hall, the closest thing
the island had to an actual restaurant.

"I must say, Dr. Estes, I was rather startled to see photos of just how far
you've come in your...god, we need a whole new language here...in producing
these boys." Mike told the man who, more than any other, would be the one
person responsible for his success or failure as director of the newly
named Cox-Bristol Research Center. "I mean, it's one thing to be TOLD
you're in the business of 'manufacturing' boys...human beings...MOSTLY
human...beings, and quite another to see the entire process unfold right
before your eyes in photos...and my god, in as little as twelve days?"

"Actually, we're working on getting it down to nine or ten days but there
seems to be a limit to how fast cells can grow and mature...approximately
one day for each year of age we want from the finished boy," Dr. Estes told
them. "Anything faster than that and we get reports of...what we might
call, 'growing pains' from the boys's brains.

"Whoa...wait a minute," Mike gaped at the man in surprise. "You're not
telling me you can...communicate with these boys as they form..."

"Of course," Dr. Estes replied, looking at him as if he'd just recited his
ABCs correctly for the first time. "Actually, Dr. Abrams can communicate
with his synthethized brains from the moment they're powered up, long
before we begin to encompass them with biological tissue."

"We've got to get a handle on what we're gonna CALL all this," Mike sighed,
shaking his head in dismay as everything he was learning seemed to get
stranger and stranger by the minute. "I've decided to call
these...manufactured boys...Adonises. And it seems to me rather than refer
to Dr. Abram's units as 'brains' we should call them instead, 'formulated
minds.' Our Adonises have formulated minds. Remind me, Hanson, we'll put
out memos on this tomorrow."

"Whatever you want to call them, the real problem, as I see it, is going to
be quality control," Dr. Estes continued. "We're manufacturing...excuse me,
formulating what are essentually human beings here. If we screw up, if some
of them don't pan out, what do we do with the rejects? Do we give them a
decent burial? Do we grind them up and recycle them? Do we put them in
garbage bags and dump them twenty miles off shore?"

"Ohhhhh god, ethics..." Mike sighed in dispair. "From what Diamond told me
the other night, you've already had a casualty along that line."

"Not one, THREE," Dr. Estes corrected.

"What'd you do?" Mike asked bluntly.

"Well, in one, we simply opened him up and implanted a new
brain...sorry...formulated mind," Estes told them.

"And the other two?" Mike asked, fearing the answer.

"Trash," Estes replied in a word. "Probably incinerated...right Hanson?"

"Cremated," Hanson put the best face on it.

"Cremated..." Mike repeated Hanson's solution. "I guess we can live with
that."

"Until some nincompoop factory tech screws up a whole production run,"
Estes worried.

"You having quality control problems with the...formulated minds?" Mike
asked. "I assume you're stockpiling them even as we speak?"

"Six-hundred seventy-two as of five p.m. this afternoon," Estes
reported. "We've had them in production for about a month now. The problem
is we really can't test them properly unless we activate them, at which
time...well, without or without a body, they take on human properties."

"Very human properties...each has a name, a personality, likes, dislikes,
goals, hopes, fears, even a body image corresponding to the body they will
eventually have," Hanson elaborated. "I've talked to them...yes, they can
talk...not through a human voice box...whadyacallit...larynx, but through
the computer...you can see their faces. I knew Diamond...quite well in
fact, weeks before he had a human body. In effect, we became good friends
long before he was...born...uhhh...depending upon whether you count brain
activation or body completion to be the moment of birth."

"We could go right now if you'd like," Dr. Estes volunteered in the best
workaholic tradition of the place. "We'll not be up an running...it'll be a
few weeks before we add a second shift...but I can show you that we're
basically all ready."

"Thank you, Doctor, but," Mike laughed, "I've been on this island just over
twenty-four hours and of that I've spent a grand total of fifteen minutes
in my new home. I think I'll pass...maybe drop in on you tomorrow
sometime. I'm not quite up to speed on these twenty-hour days you people
here seem addicted to."

"Fine. I realize some people have...other addictions to deal with,"
Dr. Estes noted a bit snidely as he got up, eyeing Mike's cute, young,
personal assistant. "It's been nice getting to know you."

"The people here...just leave me in...in awe," Mike confessed as he watched
the doctor head outside and back across the patio to the main building.

"Some of them...some of them," Mike murmurred. "In most cases you'll get
over it. Dr. Estes becomes a little less awesome when you know he's got a
wife and five kids he'd not seen in almost a year."

"He can't bring them here"? Mike suggested.

"No, nor would he, if he could," Hanson told him. "If you had kids...would
YOU bring them to a place like this?"

"Boys?" Mike guessed.

"Four of them, and a baby daughter about a year old," Hanson once more
displayed the depth of his intelligence.

"I'm surprised his wife would allow him..." Mike began.

"For $1.3 million a year, you can put up with a lot," Hanson explained.

"I told Walters I was being underpaid," Mike joked.

"Avery Walters?" Hanson asked.

"You know him?" Mike asked realizing he shouldn't be surprised at that
fact, under the circumstances.

"He's the one overpaid...six-hundred thousand, I think, plus stock
options," Hanson recalled. "He was a pain in the ass the two months he was
here. Cox considered him for YOUR job but wiser heads prevailed and the
kicked him upstairs to replace Duncan at Ecstasy."

"Enough talking business, let's check out your place, get your toothbrush
and get you situated with our new roommates," Mike urged as they headed for
the elevator.

Hanson's apartment was nicer than Mike had expected, though not
particularly roomy nor was it in any way luxurious. It would, in fact, have
been considered a bit cramped except for the fact, as Hanson had pointed
out, two of his three roommates barely even SLEPT there, much less lived
there. All of Hanson's belongings fit in a small duffle bag except for a
rather large, highly obscene painting of a strikingly beautiful naked boy
which would get him arrested if he were to try taking it home with him to
the U.S.  Mike carried it out and packed it in the back of the golf
cart. "I think we can find a place for this in your new home."

"It's not great art but it has sentimental value. It was done by one of
the...what'd you call them? Adonises? He was accidentally terminated,"
Hanson explained sadly.

"Terminated and cremated..." Mike added. Hanson nodded sadly.

It was a very short drive to Hanson's new home. Actually, they could almost
have walked it in less time. Mike's residence was no more the fifty yards
up the paved cart path from the Cox Pharm front door.

Waiting on them on the wooden deck outside the Mike's own front door were
two naked young boys, one appearing to be about twelve or thirteen, the
other a year or so younger. Both boys waved shyly as Mike parked the golf
cart in the space provided near his front steps.

"Mike, these are the two young boys I chose to see to your
more...mundane...needs around the house," Hanson introduced the two as Mike
helped him with his painting and the older boy took Hanson's bag. "This is
Tony and his cousin, Kenny. Although they're about the right age, they are
NOT Pharm boys. Their fathers are brothers and they're the air traffic
controllers. They live in that tall tower you saw when you came in. They've
got a view up there to die for."

"Tony...Kenny..." Mike perfunctorily shook hands with both boys, resisting
the urge to comment on their seductive, boyish beauty.

"Hanson said you were a fuckin' STUD but...WOW!" Tony was not above
commenting.

"What a cock!" Kenny gaped at Mike's upthrust erection.

"I take it the boys are quite gay," Mike winked at Hanson as they observed
the two boys cute little butts going inside.

"As are their fathers," Hanson added. "They no the ropes."

"God, they're so cute....Tony's the one with black hair, right?" Mike
asked, already having trouble keeping them straight in his mind.

"Tony's thirteen going on twenty-three...if you know what I mean," Mike
whispered behind the boys backs. "Fucks like a MANIAC."

"Kennys...well...Kenny's the sweet one. He's eleven...very much still a
little boy, except sexually of course. Too little for either of us to try
fucking but one hell of a cocksucker for a kid...hell, for a kid ANY age."

"You have excellent taste in boys," Mike congratulated him.

"We have dinner ready to be served in the main dining area," Tony told
them.

"We've already..." Mike began.

"Thank you Tony, that's very thoughtful of you," Hanson interrupted as he
motioned for Mike to be seated at the elegantly prepared, glass-topped
table seating six. "When you're done serving, I hope you'll join us."

"I'm not hungry," Mike whispered across the table as he laid a cloth napkin
across his lap.

"Pretend," Hanson hissed back. "Tony is VERY proud of his culinary
talents. He'd be devastated if we... Thank you, Kenny, broiled haddock,
right?"

"Perch, they were out of Haddock at the commissary," Kenny told them. Then
he served delicate julienne fries and a pineapple coleslaw topped off with
a luscious red wine.

"I guess I was hungrier than I thought," Mike noted as the four of them
began to eat, the boys both eyeing his every move.

"This is excellent," Hanson complimented the two boys as they beamed their
delight at the praise.

"Hanson tells me you're first cousins?" Mike attempted conversation, hoping
to get to know the boys better.

"Kissing cousins," Kenny smiled, first at Tony, then at the others.

"Lovers, no doubt, too, right?" Mike would have guessed quite easily even
having not been told.

Both boys smiled. Neither of them blushed. Through the glass-topped table,
Mike could see both boys' cocks lengthen. Tony, he could easily see, had a
good six inches.

"Are you and Hanson lovers too?" Kenny asked softly.

Mike and Hanson looked at one another across the table somewhat
dismayed. Then they both started to speak at the same time. After a nervous
laugh, Mike deferred to Hanson.

"We've made...we've had sex, yes, though we're not...lovers in the sense
you two are," Hanson told the boys diplomatically.

"We all gonna have sex tonight?" Tony asked, apparently somewhat shy with
those he didn't know well.

"Would you like that?" Mike asked the two boys.

"You gonna fuck us?" Tony asked apprehensively as he ate.

"Not if you don't want us to," Mike assured the boy who reacted with a
broad smile of relief. "Tell, me, what do you like to do?"

"Cum," Tony said simply. Tony seemed to be a "man" of few words.

"Don't we all," Mike laughed. "How long have you been ejaculating?"

"He means shooting cum?" Hanson translated.

"Last week," Tony replied. "Kenny, he can't cum yet. He's too little."

"I like boys who can't cum yet," Mike comforted the younger of the
two. "They're so much neater and...and they squeal louder when they...you
know...feel the feeling."

"How'd you know that?" Tony questioned. "'bout him squealin'."

"He's a doctor, Tony, he's supposed to know things like that," Hanson
informed the boy as he tried to hide his amusement.

"I got this sore place on my toe, you think you could check it out?" Tony
immediately scooted his chair back, pulling his foot up onto his knee so
Mike could see.

"Tony...please...not during dinner," Hanson gently reminded the boy of his
manners.

"No, it's okay...looks like a...medical emergency to me," Mike joked
seriously as he examined the boy's big toe. He took his napkin and dipped
it in a glass of water, then gently washed off the toe.

"Owwww..." Tony reacted.

"MMmmm...just as I thought...all these wooden decks around here," Mike
smiled at the boy, resisting the urge to kiss his sweetly beautiful
face. "In my professional opinion, you have what we've come to call in the
medical world as...a splinter."

"Can you put something on it?" Tony asked softly.

"After dinner, I'll get my surgical kit...see about performing
a...splinterectomy," Mike told the boy earnestly, "How'd that be?"

"Will it hurt?" Tony asked.

"Only if we have to amputate," Mike told him. "If so, we'll take you over
to the lab and they can grow you a new toe."

"We could get to the sex part sooner if you guys would help clear the table
and load the dishwasher," Kenny hinted as they finished.

"Horny little fucker, ain't he," Mike observed as he and Hanson did their
part in hastening their pleasure.

"Which bed," Tony asked as they finished.

"The place has fifteen beds," Hanson told Mike in explaining the boy's
question.

"FIFTEEN!?" Mike cried in surprise.

"This was the first place built on the island," Hanson explained. "For a
time, the construction crew lived here, then the lab workers until their
quarters were ready. Now, we've kind of set it up as an orgy room
upstairs...ten king-size beds almost side by side with a long mirror behind
them..."

"To keep guys from bumping into each another," Tony told them.  "Come on,
I'll show ya," he cried excitedly as he raced ahead, up the broad floating
stairs leading to the attic loft.

"Bumping into each other? I kind of thought that was the whole idea," Mike
joked as he and Hanson had to hurry to keep up.

"Go for the third one, it's got a brand new mattress," Kenny yelled ahead
to his brother.

"I'll bet if THESE walls could talk..." Mike exhaled as he surveyed the
long bank of identical beds, the wall mirrors Tony had been so proud of,
not to mention a dance floor, spa, a karaoke machine, along with musical
instruments on a small stage, plus a lounge area complete with popcorn
machine, snow cone machine, soft drink dispenser, barrista, refrigerator
and microwave oven. "Looks more like a NIGHTCLUB than a bedroom," Mike
laughed as the two boys chose the third bed and stretched out seductively
on their sides enticing the adults to join them (as if they needed
enticement).

"Looks like the boys wanna play," Hanson smiled as he laid down beside Tony
and began toying with the young boy's cock.

Mike slipped in beside Hanson and playfully kissed Kenny. "You have a sweet
little boy-cock...you know that?" Mike smiled down at the boy as he gently
stroked its sturdy hardness.

"It's not as big as Tony's," Kenny complained as he nonetheless ate up the
attention.

"YOU'RE not as big as Tony," the boy's doctor reminded him. "Must be at
least four inches, maybe closer to five," Mike judged, "and really...really
hard." He gently stroked its hairless length as the naked little boy beside
him purred softly like a kitten.

"Tony and I have done this before," Hanson told Mike as they lay back to
back between the two boys. "We'll trade for round two. You're in for a
treat."

"Coming from someone who's fucked everybody on the island at least ten
times, I'll take that as an expert opinion," Mike teased.

"Most, more like TWENTY times," Hanson joked, though in some cases, that
number was more accurate.

"Now that we have children to consider, you're gonna have to stop all this
sleeping around," Mike joked as he kissed and carressed his naked little
boy, stroking his cock, watching him tremble in growing sexual pleasure.

"How can I be your...procuror...if I don't sleep around?" Hanson asked as
he gently made love to the lithesome twelve-year-old in his arms.

"Like I NEED someone to get me sex," Mike remarked snidely, now stroking
little Kenny's sturdy young cocklet more rapidly. "Feeling good?" he asked
the boy.

"Want me to suck you?" Kenny asked softly.

"Not now," Mike told him, "I just wanna lie here naked with the cutest,
sweetest little boy on the island and play with his cock and make him feel
reallllllll good."

"You're nice," Kenny told Mike, perhaps the most sincere compliment he'd
had all day.

"You're so sweet and smooth and warm, I just love the feel of your naked
boyflesh against me, kissing you, touching you, feeling your soft naked
skin against mine," Mike whispered into the boy's delicate, smiling lips.

"My cock's starting to feel really good," Tony told Hanson. "You're gonna
make me shoot in a minute...things could get messy."

"I love messy," Hanson kissed his dark-haired sex toy, "...love your cum."

"Feelin' good, makin' me feel really good," Tony told him as he allowed
himself to be loved by a master of the art.

"How we doin'? You feelin' anything yet?" Mike questioned his boy as he
lavished kisses and sensual touches all over Kenny's slender, seductive
nakedness.

"My cock's jerkin' all over the place," Kenny smiled up shyly at the man
sexually arousing him. "You're makin' it feel really nice."

"Mmmmmm...let's see if we can't get you feeling a little past...'nice'..."
Mike suggested as he continued to devour his boy with kisses. Kenny loved
being kissed and knew HOW to be kissed, his rambunctious tongue easily
holding its own with Mike's probing boy-taster.

"I'm getting close," Tony warned as Hanson stroked his cock.

"Sweet," Hanson kissed him with more firmness and passion now.

"Ohhhhh fuck...close..."

"Do it, kid, do it, do it, shoot your cum, boy."

"Ohhhhh god, gettin' me there..."

"Yeah...yeah...cum on...cum on, give me your cum," Hanson rapidly stroked
Tony's cock.

"Almost..."

"Do it..."

"I'm..."

"Yeah..."

"AAIEIAHHHREHHHRHHGHHAHEHRHHGHHHHAHEHHRHHHGHHHH...CUMMMMING..." Tony cried
out needlessly as his hard, young boy-cock spoke for him.

"SHOOT!" Hanson urged softly as he milked the first blast from his boy's
oozing hard cock.

"ooAHAHHHEHHREH GOD, FEELS GOOD..."

"MORE...MORE....GIVE ME YOUR CUM...EVERY LAST DROP!"

"OHAHAHEHHRHHFUCCCCCKKKKKK....AHGHAHHHHHHHHHHAHHAHHH..." Tony squirmed,
crying out as he ejaculated a third, then a fourth dollop of thick, hot,
boy-cum all over Hanson's stroking fist on his cock.

"God, what a load!" Hanson told the boy. "Whoa...more...still...ohhhhahhh
fuck, you must not have cummed all day."

"UANANNENRNGHHHHHHHHGGHAHHH," Tony grunted out one last spurt. "I was
savin' it for you guys."

"Ohhhhh fuck, look at the mess you made...cum all over you and me too,"
Hanson teased the boy as he kissed away a good part of it.

"You two enjoying yourselves over there?" Mike asked, he and Kenny both
listening intendly as Hanson made Tony shoot his cum.

"You cum yet?" Tony propped himself up on one elbow and peered over
Hanson's naked body to check on his little brother.

"All...uhhhhhh...most," Kenny strained to contain the incredible sexual
feelings Mike was so expertly giving his cock.

"Do it, little boy, do it, do it, feel it, feel the feeling, feel the
pleasure my hand is giving your hard young cock, boy, yeah, ohahhahh god,
you're so sweet, so beautiful when you're getting close..." Mike immersed
himself in the young boy's naked sexual beauty.

"Don't stop, don't stop, jack me, jack me, jack me, keep jackin' me, keep
jackin' my cock, man, ohhhhh yeah, makin' my whole body feel it...makin' me
feel good all over," Kenny trembled uncontrollably, writhing in anguished
sexual pleasure even before his orgasm was to burst upon him.

"Gettin' ya there...I can tell...see it in your face, gonna make you cum,
ohh yeah, yeah, yeah," Mike poured it on, unleashing every ounce of sexual
energy in giving his little boy aching feelings of sexual pleasure he'd
never forget. "Come on, boy, do it, do it, boy, orgasm for me, boy, cum on,
cum on..."

"Gonna DO it..."

"Yesssss..."

"Keep...keep..."

"Jackin' you, boy, jackin' your cock, gonnna make you feel it...feel the
feeling...over the top, boy over the...

"AaiaiiIIIAEHAHEHRHAEHRHHEHRHAHEHERHHHHG," Kenny cried out.

"TOP...OVER THE TOP, BOY...AHGHHEHAH YEAH, YEAH, OHHH GOD, YOU'RE SO
BEAUTIFUL, YOUR FACE, YOUR WHOLE NAKED LITTLE BOY-BODY, TREMBLING,
WRITHING, TWISTING, SQUIRMING...OHHHAH YEAHH...FUCK YEAHHHH...LOVE WATCHING
YOU FEEL IT...FEEL THE FEELING...OHHH YEAH, DO IT, BOY, DO IT, FEEL
IT...OHHH FUCK YEAH, GOIN' CRAZY...YEAH, ARCH THAT CUTE LITTLE BUTT UP OFF
THE BED, AHHAHHA YEAHHHH, GOD, REALLY FEELIN' IT, AIN'T YA?"

"ahaeiiHHHAIEIAEHRHHAHEH...OOWHAHEHRHHHGH...OWOEIAIIEIHGHHAH...
OOAHHEHRHHHGHHH...FUCCCCCKKKKK...GHHAHERIIIII, KILLIN' ME, MAN,
OHAHHEHAHEHRHHHH FUCK, FEELS GOOD, FEELS GOOD, FEELS SOOO FUCKIN' GOOD,
JACKIN' MY COCK, OHHAHHAHH GOD, I CAN'T BELIEVE HOW GOOD IT
FEELS...GHAOEORIHEHHRHHEHHAHEHHH, TYING ME IN FUCKIN'
KNOTS...AHEOAOEIRHOHOGH, FEELS SSOOOOOO GOOD, KEEP MAKIN' IT FEEL GOOD,
KEEP MAKIN' ME FEEL IT...FEEL IT...OOAHEOIOHEOIAEHROH FUCK FEEEEEEELLLLLLL
itttttttt," Kenny surrendered every last fiber of his prepubescent sexual
being to the excruciating pleasure Dr. Mike was giving him. No one, not
even his dad or Uncle Terry had ever made his cock feel so good. Even as he
tried to come down, even as he tried to control the trembling, squirming,
aching feelings deep inside him, he continued to writhe in the ebbing
aftermath of his most powerful orgasm ever. "Whew...that was fun. Do it to
me again like that!"