Date: Thu, 14 Mar 2013 20:33:24 -0400 From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com> Subject: The Pharm Boys Chapter 9 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 9 "I'm a doctor and I don't reccommend you have two orgasms in a row like that, even if they ARE dry," Mike told the naked little boy in his arms. "He thinks just 'cause he can't cum, he can do it to himself as often as he wants," Tony told the two men as he too struggled to come down from the orgasmic high Hanson had given him. "Want us to suck you guys now?" "That would be nice," Hanson smiled as he directed Tony's head downward toward his upthrust cock. "Think you can handle it?" "Just watch me," Tony smiled up at them then demonstrated he was no stranger to sucking big cocks. "OoooOooooooo, yeah, watchin' ain't near as good as FEELIN'," Hanson sighed as he enjoyed Tony's swirling tongue on his cockhead. "He's got a big mouth," Kenny obsereved as he quickly scooted down the length of Mike's torso and went down on the man's sturdy seven or eight inches. "And YOU've got a very talented mouth," Mike smiled down at the boy, holding his head gently in his hands as it bobbed up and down over his soaring male appendage. "I love the way young boys suck cocks, so enthusiastic, so uninhibited," Mike told Hanson as the two men lay side by side on their backs getting blowjobs from their boys. "Mine's incredible," Hanson sighed as he turned his head to Mike and kissed him lightly. "His little brother knows his way around a cock too, believe me," Mike observed as he began gently face-fucking the young boy. "Ohhhhh yeah, nice...feels good, Tony, feels goooooood," Hanson cooed as his cock reacted to the boy's oral efforts. "I don't think I can take much of this before..." "Hold off, enjoy it," Mike urged, "let the boys do their stuff." "Ohahahhh fuck, easier said than done," Hanson moaned as he felt the pleasure mounting deep down inside him. "Think about your great aunt Gertie," Mike suggested. "Peggy," Hanson corrected. "Whatever," Mike sighed as he began to wonder if he'd be able to take his own advice. "Doesn't help," Hanson grimaced as several heavy jolts of naked sexual pleasure shot through him. "Right...it doesn't," Mike admitted. "Ohhhhhh fuck kid, you're really suckin' hell outta me, man, whew..." "I'm switching to great uncle George," Hanson advised. "I had a great uncle George once," Mike said as he struggled mightily to control his own orgasmic urges. "Ohhhh fuck, kid, you're makin' it feel good...ahhahhah god, Kenny, Kenny, Kenny, love your name, so cute, so...aghhahehhrh god, oaehhahrh fuck that feels good." "George isn't makin' it for me," Hanson moaned as his naked body began heaving and thrusting his hard, pulsating cock upwards into Tony's twelve-year-old throat. "My Uncle George was pretty sexy, now that I think about it," Mike sighed as he realized he was losing the battle for sexual self-control to the talented lips of an eleven-year-old master cocksucker. "Ohhhhhh my god, kid, that's...that was...that feels...ahghahehhhahhhh!!" "And these two aren't even Pharm boys," Hanson smiled as he guided his boy's bobbing head on his cock. "Maybe their dads are wasted up there in that control tower. Maybe they should be working with Tinkertoy teaching the boys like they did...aooaheahhehrhh fuck, Tony do that to me again, that thing with your throat and tongue...aoghahhehrhh god, ohahhah fuck, kid, your old man teach you that?" "Nope, invented it myself," Tony proclaimed, then demonstrated the intensely pleasurable oral trick he cllaimed to be original. "He does that to me too...drives me fuckin' BANANA spit," Kenny lifted his lips from Mike's cock long enough to say. "Banana SPIT?" Mike laughed. "What the fuck does that mean?" "Dad says that...says we make his Banana want to spit," Kenny explained then sucked back down on Mike's banana. "Whoa...kid, don't stop, don't talk, don't even hesitate," Mike insisted. "Once you get a guy on the high road to orgasm, ya gotta go hog wild, not discuss the details." "I hate it when guys do that...halfway through a blowjob they think they gotta stop and recite their resumes," Hanson complained, gasping in ever increasing jolts of naked sexual pleasure. "OOOOooooiiieieee...ahhahhah fuck, kid, oahhhahahhha god, yes, yes, yes, aogohoih fucccckkkkkk..." "I love it when they try talking with their mouths full...the vibration or something, really tingles the testicles." Mike sighed as his own testicles were tingling to beat hell. "I don't know about you, but I've done about all the holding off I can stand," He gasped as yet another excruciating spasm of Kenny pleasure jolted him. "God, Kenny, you're good, man, you suck cock like you've been doin' it all your life." "Just since he was six," Tony told them. "That's when the little fag started suckin' MY cock." "Hey, enough with the...oaooahehrhhahehhhhhhahhfuccckkk...name calling...and the damned resume, just suckk! Suck me...suck my cock, suck me off, Tony, suck me off, suck me off...agheoiaehorih god, suck me...ahgoeiahohoih god, close...aghoeiohh suck it, suck it, suck it, aogheoaiheoirh god, Mike, gonna cum, he's doin' it to me, gonna make me cummmmmm..." "Right with ya, man, do it, do it, man, suck him, suck his cock, Tony, make him cum, make him really feeeeelll it, ohhhh yeah, ohhh yeah, Kennny, gonna do it to me, gonna fuckin' doooo it, aooigheoaihe god, let's cum, Hanson, let's....let's...ahhghhaehhr god, here I cum, I can feel it...feel the cum crawlin' up my cock, ghaoiehoi....aoeighoaiehr.... aghhahhHHAHEIIAGHHOAOEOIEHHH. OHHAHAHH GOD, KENNY, DO IT TO ME, TAKE MY CUM,AHGEOAIHER GOD, THE FEEELING, OAOOEHAHEHHRHH FUCKKKKKK....GHAOIEHOAIHEROIHOIH FUCCCCKKK I'm shootin', I'M SHOOOTIN' IT SOOO HARD, OGOIAHOEIHR GOD, KENNY TAKE IT, TAKE IT, TAKE MY CUM, AOOWOOGIEOH GOD, OOAHEOIHOI FUCK, OAOGOOEIAOHEOIRH FUCK, KENNY SOOO GOOD, GHOAIEHROIH GOD, CUMMIN' LIKE A SONUVABITCH." "OOOHAHHHAHHAHH FUCK, ME TOO, OAHGHEHAHE GOD, ME TOO, I'M CUMMIN', I'M CUMMIN' TOO, COAOIGHEOIAHE GOD, TONY, OHAHHHAH GOD, SUCK THAT FUCKER, SUCK THAT COCK, OHHHHH GOD, YEAH, OAOGHOEAIHE FUCK, TAKE MY CUM, MAN, OGHAOIEHOR GOD...WHEW..GHOAIEHROIH FUCCCCKKKKKK!' Hanson blew his load so completely it left his head spinning with aching, naked sexual feelings. "SUCKIN' THE CUM RIGHT UP OUTTA MY BALLS, KID, OHAHHHAH FUCK, YOU SUCK GOOD, AHAOIEHAHEHHAHE YEAH, SUCK ME, SUCK ME, SUCK ME, TONY, KEEP SUCKIN' ME, OHHAHHAH FUCK, GIVIN' ME ONE HELL OF A ORGASM, BOY, OHHHHHHHH FUCK, YOU TWO...FUCK, UNBELIEVABLE!" "Quite a pair you lined up for us, how'd you know they were so good?" Mike asked as Kenny continued sucking and slurping his cum. "I had a three-way with their dads, who got so loud it woke up the boys and turned into a fuckin' all-night orgy," Hanson sighed, his cock aching just thinking about it. "Even on Duralon I came away my balls fuckin' drained...god, I don't know how many times...straight through from dinner to breakfast the next morning. Man, the control tower really rocked, even got sucked off on the elevator as I left...your little fucker there...couldn't get enough of my cum." "His cum tastes really good," Kenny smiled up at Mike, cum dripping from his cute little chin. "Can we fuck ya now, it's been almost fifeen minutes..." "What's the fuckin' hurry, kid, it sure as hell ain't been fifteen minutes for...US," Mike smiled as he pulled the naked little boy up into his arms for a pre-adolescent kiss-fest that lasted several minues. "Hell, we got all night. Even on 'Big D' I don't know if I can go that long." "He kisses as good as he sucks," Hanson smiled over at the two as Tony demonstrated he was also well-versed in mouth-to-mouth recreation. "I've got some D-5 in with my stuff if you want one." "Ohhhhh god, no...fuck no...I helped test that shit," Mike told them. "I tried it once...man...never again. I like to feel I'm in control of my body...my cock. Fuck, before the night was over I was SWIMMING in cum, and I'm not exaggerating...okay, maybe a little, but." "I've used them a few times," Hanson admitted, "...usually at a full-blown orgy...makes everything kind of blend together into one huge, continuous orgasm...makes ya forget all the details. They told me I fucked the same guy seven times in a row. Man, I had a sore cock for a week after that one." "What's a D-5" Tony wanted to know. "That's classified," Hanson told the boy. "Ya gotta be over 21 and horny as fuck to know about that." "I'm horny as fuck," little Kenny insisted. "just look at my COCK." "Yeah, well, as far as YOU'RE concerned, it's what comes after D-4," Mike explained. "Even that's definitely NOT for naked little boys no matter HOW horny they are." "I suppose you've heard of the work Cox is doing on the JUVENILE dosage," Hanson noted. "Yes, and if I find any research or testing like that going on around here, I'll personally toss it all, including the personell, into the lagoon without their floaties," Mike asserted. "Come on, guys, let's FUCK," Kenny pleaded, all the shop talk boring him. "Ohhhh, okay, boys, lube your tubes...then we get some sleep," Mike told them. "SOME of us have to get up and WORK tomorrow." ------------------ "Where's the boys?" Mike asked as his eyes struggle to focus on the digital wall clock across the "orgy room," as everyone insisted upon calling it. The time was just after seven. "If I hear 'one more time' one more time...I'm gonna put in for a transfer," Hanson moaned. He was NOT a morning person. "I smell bacon," Mike smiled as he sat up on the edge of the bed. "The boys are fixing breakfast...probably demand to fuck us again first though," Hanson shook his head, hoping to clear away the Duralon cobwebs. "Did you count?" "I quit at five," Mike sighed as he got up and headed for the shower. "I counted seven, but...a couple times it was hard to know when one orgasm stopped and the next began," Hanson noted. "You didn't tell me they were...INSATIABLE," Mike complained. "Yes, I did...remember, I told you about the time with their dads?" Mike reminded him as he joined Mike in the shower, neither of their cocks in any shape for further fun and games. "All I remember was...fuck and blow, fuck and blow, fuck and blow with a couple suck-me-offs thrown in to kind of break things up." Mike recalled tiredly. "Remind me, no more sex after midnight," Hanson soaped, then rinsed. "Can WE shower with ya too?" Tony asked as he and his brother watched the men anxiously. "NO!" both the adults answered in a forceful unison. "We barely have time to eat, it wouldn't do for the boss to be late for work," Mike winked at Hanson as he turned off the water. "It's a good thing we don't have to dress for work, or we WOULD be late." Breakfast was good, quick, plentyful, and considering the age of their chef's, quite tasty...bacon a little too crisp but... "Leave the cart, we'll walk," Mike ordered as the two, briefcases in hand, hurried down the cart path toward the main entrance to the "Cox-Bristol Research Center," though the sign hadn't gone up yet. "We're going to be memoing all morning, seeing how many people we can make mad." The security officer hardly looked at their badges or their faces, ogling instead a couple of Tink's boys across the lobby waiting to see a doctor. "Some more of Abram's cuties in for adjustments?" Mike asked under his breath, eyeing the two kids. "One, maybe...that's Anson...the taller one...the other one I don't recognize," Hanson murmurred back as they got on the elevator to the fourth floor. "Check on them later, I wanna know any problems as they come up," Mike told his assistant. On the way to his office, Mike found an empty medical cart which he confiscated, wheeled into his office, then loaded the contents of his desk into it. "Where should I put all this?" Hanson asked in dismay. "See the lagoon out there..." "Hey, you keep dumpin' everything in the lagoon, sooner or later it's gonna run over," Hanson joked. "These two computers linked?" Mike asked sitting down at the one behind his desk, nodding toward another one nearby. "They CAN be, I guess. That's your new one, this is the old one." Hanson told him. "Do it," Mike said as he sat down and booted up Windows. "I'm gonna start writing memos. You watch on your screen. If you see anything that's gonna blow up in my face, use your delete key." A few minutes later, Mike began: UNCLASSIFIED To all personell: As of this date, this island shall be known as Bristol Island, named for a brave little boy who gave up a great deal in the name of medical science. The island's map coordinates are to be considered classified--level one. "Pretty vague, you MIGHT get that past Cox--Nassau." Hanson told him. SECURITY LEVEL ONE To all Bristol Island personnel: 1. As of this date, the research facility here shall be know as "Cox-Bristol Research Center." Whoever is in charge of signage, please arrange an appropriate sign, individual lighted letters, three feet tall, upper case, to be installed on the upper left portion of the stone wall to the right of the entrance. 2. As of this date, the Bristol island training facility shall be known as the "TinkerToy Academy." It shall not in any way be connected in public reference to EcstasyInc, Cox Pharmaceuticals, Cox International, or any other Cox legal entity. Those attending the academy shall be known ONLY as students, making no other indication as to their status. They shall be deemed to have a Level Two security clearance. Staff personell at the academy shall have a Level Three security clearance. 3. All personell asigned to Cox Island must have at least a Security Level One clearance or be reassigned elsewhere within one week. 4. Security Level One clearance shall NOT involve any knowledge of, or access to the type of research being conducted at the Cox-Bristol Research Center. Those with Level One clearance shall NOT be admitted to any Cox Pharm facilities. This clearance level is for general service personell only. This shall not, however, preclude their use of Bristol Island recreational facilities. "Hmph...what, recreational facilities," Hanson groused. Mike ignored him. SECURITY LEVEL TWO To all Cox-Bristol Research Center Personnel: 1. Those having Level Two access to Cox-Bristol Research facilities, shall NOT have acesss to research labs, computer center facilities or any other areas not having to do with their personal well-being. Knowledge of the nature of the work being done here shall be strictly limited to a "need-to-know" basis, and in no case involve entry into Level Four or Level Five secure areas or of the work done therein. 2. Upgrades to security clearances must be approved by the director on an individual basis if the need should arise. "You're settin' yourself up there, but it's probably a good idea," Hanson critiqued. "Remember Harry Truman's 'buck stops here'?" Mike reacted. "Harry who?" "Never mind," Mike sighed, rolling his eyes. SECURITY LEVEL THREE To all Security Level three personell: 1. All those doing basic genetic research at Cox Bristol Research facilities shall have a Level Three clearance. 2. All island personell providing input to such research shall have Level Three clearances. 3. Level Three clearance shall be required for all research or activities involving cloning. 4. Cloning research and activities are NOT to be mentioned or acknowledge in any way to those below Level Three clearance. "What about the clones themselves?" Hanson asked. "Good point," Mike acknowleged. 5. All clones shall have Level Three clearance. "Won't their security badges instantly label the boys as clones?" Hanson reasoned. "Right," Mike frowned. "Okay, delete #5. There aren't that many of them anyway. Are there?" "Oh, shit no, only about forty-one, last count," Hanson replied snidely. "Damn..." Mike considered. That was way too many for security to remember names and faces. "And some of them are only three or four years old," Hanson further reminded him. "Okay, we'll hire a 'clonemiester', Tink needs some more staff," Mike thought outside the box. "Make it his responsibility to shepherd any clones needing Level Three access whenever they're in the building." "Clonemiester?" Hanson laughed. "Okay, we won't call him that...uhhh...student...uhhh...'student liason'...how's that sound? "I'll add that to the Level One memo. You can write up a job description at Level Three," Hanson told him as he made the change on his computer. "Okay, here's where it get's prickly..." Mike sighed. SECURITY LEVEL FOUR To all Security Level Four personnel: 1. All beings previously referred to as "manufactured boys" shall henceforth be know as Adonises. 2. All such research and testing involving artificial intelligence shall be code named: "Project Peter Pan." This code name is classified Level Four. 3. All personell involved with "Project Peter Pan" shall have Level four clearance. 4. All artificial intelligence hardware shall be referred to ONLY as "formulated minds," not as "brains" or "computers." 5. All artificial intelligence software shall be referred to as "learning" or "training" materials, not as "programming" or "software." "We've got to stop thinking about boys like Diamond as walking, talking, socksucking computers," Mike related his reasoning. "I want to humanize the thinking downstairs. These boys are PEOPLE not MACHINES." SECURITY LEVEL FIVE To all Security Level Five personell: 1. All personell involved in Adonis production efforts shall have a Level Five Security Clearance. 2. All Adonises shall have embeded security chips allowing them security clearance ONLY up to Level Four. 3. All adonises shall have their security chips downgraded to Level Three once they are released for testing "What about factory recalls?" Hanson asked. "No factory recalls. They can all be handled over here," Mike told him. 4. All Adonises shall have Level Five data deleted from their memory banks upon leaving the production facility. "Oooooooo...Abrams is gonna scream about that one." Hanson advised. "Order up some earplugs," Mike told him. "I don't want the boys thinking of themselves as manufactured," Mike told his assistant. "If Dr. Abrams has a problem with that, tell him to divise some kind of replacement memories...parents, growing up...hire a screenwriter if necessary." "He's gonna shit..." Hanson predicted. "Take him to the restroom, set him on the pot before you hand him this, then," Mike joked. 5. A new security gate shall be installed on the cart path providing access to the production facility peninsula. 6. Only Security Level Five personell will be permitted within 200 yards of the production facility. "What about the subway?" Hanson asked. "What subway?" Mike looked at him in surprise an dismy. "Haven't you noticed, every major point on the island is connected by subway," Hanson informed him. "Cox didn't want bad weather to screw things up, plus they wanted to hide the major form on transportation on the island. "Damned paranoid fuckers," Mike complained. "I assume there's already security checkpoints at the subway stations..." "Yeah, but only in the lowest level of the factory entrance stop," Hanson told him.. "Whad'ya mean the lowest level of the factory?" "Actually, it's not part of the subway, it's simply a tunnel from the sub-basement here to the factory. Ya gotta walk it." Hanson smiled. "Between two Level Five areas, right?" Mike asked "Right," Hanson nodded. 7. The existence of underground access between the research facility and the production facility shall be deemed a Level Five matter and require a Level Five clearance for use. "Any other secret tunnels I should know about?" Mike asked impatiently. "No, except for the one from your place over here," Hanson noted. "WHAT?" Mike exploded. Hanson laughed, "just kidding."