Date: Tue, 22 Jul 2014 18:40:27 -0400
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jackin' Jack Cox Chapter 14

This story does NOT directly continue the saga which began with "The
Working Boys,"continued with "Ecstasy Island," followed by "Ecstasy
Renewed," "EcstasyInc," "The Pharm Boys," and "Erotic Isle: the Endless
Orgasm." However, like my other stories, it is unorthodox but quite
seductive, as are the figures depicted. Like "The Working boys," "Ecstasy
Island," and "Ecstasy Renewed" (all found under Bisexual Adult/Youth), as
well as "EcstasyInc," and "The Pharm Boys" and "Erotic Isle: the Endless
Orgasm." (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. Though there is
some mention of some of the characters from the earlier stories all the
people in this story are new characters.

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 characters in the
book. This one averages about one or two 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: All drugs mentioned are fictitious.

If you like what you read, let me know at crackerjacker18@hotmail.com.


JACKIN' JACK COX

CHAPTER FOURTEEN


"What the fuck took you two so long?" Ien asked as Orin and Ely finally met
the in the lobby of EroticomInc. They were almost a half-hour late.

"He was suckin' me and it took a while," Ely told them. "The other
night..."

"Me too, Vince sucked a lot outta me," Jack finished Ely's thought.

"Either that or my cocksucking skills ain't what they used to be," Orin
joked.

"Okay, you two, when we go in there...I do all the talking...that goes for
you too, Jack," Ien layed down the ground rules. "This man may be able to
help us out...and then again, maybe not."

"We gonna get to try out an Eroticon?" Jack asked anxiously.

"No, actually, we're here to look at a slightly older gadget our friend
Mr. Astor thinks he can...make him some money...It's an old..." Ien
continued.

"An Orgasmatic?" Levy cried in delight.

"Uh...yes, I," Ien confirmed, more than a little dismayed that Ely seemed
to know so much about something he shouldn't know anything at all about.

"Vince explained it all," Jack added, "how this machine gives you wet
dreams...makes you cum in your sleep and has you imagining you're fuckin'
and suckin' and stuff."

"But since I have a chip, I have to use the Eroticon instead," Ely chimed
in.

"Don't look at me," Orin stared blankly at Ien, "He didn't get all that
from me."

"Mr. Astor will see you now," the Eroticom e-ceptionist told them in a very
human sounding voice that seemed neither male or female, or even computer
generated.

"Mr. Cox...Arien Cox," Vince Astor all but hopped from his console seat. "I
figured I'd be hearing from you; I wasn't expecting a visit in person,
however," Vince gushed as he shook Ien's hand.

"Mr. Astor..." Ien nodded cooly.

"I must say, young, man, you're...well...younger and...much more
attract...no...downright BEAUTIFUL than you appear on Skype," Vince all but
made love to Ien right there on the spot. "Incredible body, I'd love to see
you naked sometime."

"Mr. Astor...you're machine?" Ien insisted on getting down to business.

"Jack! Ely!" Vince nonetheless cried in delight as both boys rushed into
his arms, hugging him like a long lost uncle. "And you must be Ely's
father..." Vince extended his hand to Orin.

"Not quite...his husband," Orin corrected as they too shook hands.

"ELY, you sexy little rascal you! How come you didn't tell me you were
MARRIED?" Vince jokingly berated the preteen boy. "I guess you never can
tell these days...little boys getting married at seven, eight years
old...how old were you, kid?"

"Six," Ely told him almost sheepishly. "We'll be celebrating our fifth
wedding anniversary soon."

"Mr. Astor...please...we're a bit short on time," Ien complained, trying
desperately not to get angry at the small talk.

"Short on time...yes...I'd say you are," Vince Astor's attention returned
to his primary guest. "I understand your...'window' closes in about...40
hours now?"

"Your machine?" Ien reminded Vincent Astor for the third time of the
purpose of their meeting stunned by the man's mention of a "window" and the
accuracy of his knowledge.

"First, I think a demonstration is in order," Vince Astor suggested. "Jack,
you up to a little calibration exercize?"

"Maybe you better explain a few thing first," Ien suggested as politely as
he knew how. He dared not antagonize the man again as he had on the
phone. Instinct told him Vince Astor had a short fuse and that he was
likely onto something with the Orgasmatic dream machine.

"Okay, first of all, this fucker is nearly two hundred years old," Vince
began. "We turned it on. It lit up. We've not gone beyond that because,
obviously, no one here wants to blow out their interface. The other problem
is, the so-called software is almost as old as the machine. Moreover we've
only the vaguest idea what it is capable of OR it's sexual content...or
even if it's sexual at all."

"I thought that's what an Orgasmatic was all about," Orin querried as Ien
gave him a dirty look for getting involved in the conversation.

"Right...presumably...though in this case...well..." Vince chuckled, "the
label seems to have worn off, which leads me to believe it must be pretty
hot and was well-used."

"So you propose to 'guinea-pig' Jack by hooking him up and popping the
switch, having no idea regarding the outcome?" Ien objected without
actually objecting.

"Got a better idea?" Vince asked bluntly.

Ien took a deep breath and silently shook his head, eyeing Jack's almost
gleeful anticipation of a really intense orgasm.

"Not to worry, we have found what appears to be an intensity dial function,
so it's not like we have no control," Vince went on as he unveiled the
ominous looking reclining seat not unlike an antique dentist chair.

Jack looked at it warily. "Am I gonna cum or get my teeth pulled?"

Vince laughed uproarously. "Cute..." he commented. "Have a seat."

Jack looked first at Vince, then at Ien, apparently hoping for a dose of
confidence. Ien nodded toward the chair as Jack gradually overcame his
reluctance.

"Uhh...kid....you might wanna get naked first?" Vince suggested. "This
could get a little messy."

"Huh?" Jack reacted dumbly.

"The last I knew he didn't have any cum left to speak of," Ien eyed the man
mostly responsible for Jack's recent dry spell.

"I don't mind," Jack told them as he began peeling his immodest little
fiber suit down to his knees, his cock suddenly sprouting up impudently as
he slipped into the reclining seat.

"Okay...my gawd, you're beautiful..." Vince paused to drink in the
twelve-year-old's sexual loveliness.

"What's all this?" Jack asked as Vince slipped a set of oversized
headphones over his ears, then pulled down an attached visor over Jack's
eyes.

"As near as we've been able to tell in researching some of the
developmental literature associated with this thing, it operates, at first
at least, in a kind of hypnotic mode," Vince explained tentatively.

"Sleep is induced hypnotically?" Ien eyed the machine skeptically.

"Yes, that's pretty much a given," Vince acknowledged adjusting the
headgear to fit. "Now, son, just relax, you're going to see
some...images...designed to put you to sleep. From that point on...I don't
think you have anything to fear, and we'll be monitoring your brain waves
so we can stop if things get too...radical, but...the whole thing takes
about an hour, near as we can tell. I'm going to activate the hypnotic
routine now...I guess I should just say...sweet dreams..."

"Have a nice trip," Ely laughed as he watched his naked friend slowly
become motionless.

Jack heard some soft, gentle music and before his eyes, a slowly evolving
pinwheel like image which slowly changed color. Then he felt someone touch
his shoulder, shaking him slightly, waking him up.

"Master, your father is asking for you," the young male voice told him
before Jack opened his eyes.

Jack looked about. He was reclining among pillows on a white couch trimmed
in gold. "Where...am I?"

"Why, on the terrace...It's almost twilight, would you like something to
drink?" The voice was sweet, that of a boy slightly older than Jack, clad
only in a low-slung loincloth. Jack looked down at his own garment, a short
tunic, loosely draped over his left shoulder, tied with a white cord at his
waist, extending down just below his groin and barely covering his rapidly
hardening cock as his eyes focused on the very attractive boy who appeared
to be his servant.

"Darius, where's my...? Ohhh, there you are," an older man came out on the
terrace.  He wore a long, white toga slung about him with a red border. On
his feet were sandals.  It took Jack only an instant to realize the man was
probably naked beneath the flowing tunic. "Sextus, I've been
waiting...seems like all you do these days is sleep."

"I'm a growing boy," Jack responded. He rather like the name Sextus.  It
sounded sexy.

"Darius, get the boy a cup of wine...he looks bleary eyed...and get me one
too...a LARGER one," the man winked at the slave boy.

"Yes, Master Petrous," Darius responded, bowing and backing off toward a
small room just beyond the columned portico.

"Come, I have a surprise for you," Petrous beckoned his son. "And
straighten your tunic, you look like something a Tiber feline dragged in.

Jack adjusted his single garment, making sure it covered his hard, upthrust
cock, but leaving his right hip completely exposed except for the cord
about his waist. His feet were bare; the polished marble floor of the
terrace felt cold as he followed his father inside. He guessed the man to
be about thirty, maybe thirty-five. He was tall, slender, well-built with
dark, curly hair cut short, his face clean shaven and quite handsome.

The room just off the terrace was apparently a bedroom, a small platform
occupying its center with a large, heavily padded bed surmounting it,
strewn with white linens. Two braisers provided light, casting a romantic
glow over the white, plastered brick of the walls. Opposite the bed was an
eye-popping mural of about a dozen naked boys lounging around a rectangular
pool. If Jack hadn't been hard before, he certainly would have been in
seeing his father's taste in art.

"MARCUS...my new boys!" Petrous cried as the curtains hung between two
columns parted and a young man Jack guessed to be still in his twenties
ushered in a line of...jack counted...two, four, six, EIGHT exquisitely
beautiful, naked young boys, obviously slaves, their cocks soaring upward
and outward no less than five inches, some almost eight in length from
their thin, hairless groins.

"Ohhhhhhh my gawwwwwddddd," Jack gasped in spite of himself as the boys
stood in their midst, striking seductive poses.

"I thought you might like them," Petrous smiled, standing behind him,
resting both hands on Jack's slender shoulders. "I had Marcus pick from the
all the best, the most beautiful young boys from the provinces arriving
yesterday. Two of the boys...I forget which ones, came from far-away
Britton. Most of the others are from Gaul with a couple...the blond twins
over there, Teutonic, obviously...Germanic."

"Beautiful," Jack sighed as he looked about him in outright wonder.

"I got them for your birthday tomorrow..." Jack's father told him.

"ALL of them?" Jack gasped.

Petrous laughed uproarously.  "By the gods, no! Damnation, boy, you think
I'm RICH or something.  Pick just one...two if you like the twins, they're
a set. Every young man should have his own slaveboy to pleasure his cock
whenever he feels the need. Marcus tells me they've all been carefully
trained on the sea voyage by an especially horny crew so as to bring the
best price."

"Only ONE?" Jack gasped, eyeing each naked young boy criticallly. One boy
looked to be no more than nine or ten. The twins were about his age. A
couple others were on the brink of manhood, starting to sprout pubic growth
around their hard, upthrust cocks.

"You get first choice.  I'll choose from the leftovers," Petrous told
him. "You're just like your me; I know about you and Darius...I know how
much you like boys. Darius has been complaining recently, says you keep him
all tapped out...not to mention having a sore ass.

"What about the others?" Jack couldn't help asking.

"We'll hold them, train them, hone their sexual talents...you can help if
you like. Then we'll sell them to my friends at an obscenely handsome
profit, enough to cover the cost of all eight," Jack's father
explained. Thus yours and mine will be free."

"The twins are two for the price of one?" Jack asked.

"Yesssss..." Petrous sighed, rolling his eyes.

"They're...gorgeous...beautiful..." Jack strolled over to look at them more
closely.  "Smile," he ordered. "Mmmmm...nice teeth." He reached up and
stroked their soft blond hair. They were identical, a little shorter and a
little thinner than he was. He untied the cord around his waist, shrugging
off his tunic, feeling it slither down over his naked boy-body, pooling at
his feet. "Suck me...both of you, at the same time. What's your names?"

"They don't speak Latin," his father told him, even as the two blond
adonises knelt before his son and began to suckle Sextus' hard, throbbing
boy-cock. "You'll have to train them, teach them...maybe learn some German
yourself."

"No need to teach them to suck cock," Jack sighed, thrusting his hips
forward, watching his cock disappear betweeen their
lips. "Nice....mmmmm...yesss...very nice...bono." He gripped both boys'
heads, one in each hand, and began to face-fuck them as they struggled to
handle his six-inch pleasure probe. "Ohhhhhh fuck...oahhahhahh god,
yeaaaahhhhh...ohhhhhhh fuuuucccckkkkkk...."

"I'll take the little guy over there...the youngest one," Petrous told
Marcus. "Take the other back to the dormitory and...enjoy yourself. You
deserve it, you've done very well."

"Ahemmmmm," Darius cleared his throat, his seven-inch, sixteen-year-old
cock now creating quite a spectacle behind it's meager covering.

Petrous smile at the young teenager, then nodded toward Marcus and the boys
as they left. "Have at'em, just don't...oh hades, just go fuck the sperm
outta'em...if you got any left yourself.

Darius wasted no time, racing off after Marcus and the other slave boys,
naked by the time he left the room, his tiny loincloth left behind on the
polished marble floor.

"Hoooooo thank you...thank you, thank you, father,
they're...beautiful...incredible...aoahhahha mio deo, suck it, suck it,
suck it, suck it, suck it...ahhahhehahehhrhh fuccccckkkkk suck me
offf...aghaoeihoih god, feels goood, feels good, ahgoaiehroih yeah, yeah,
yeah gonna fuckin' make me cummmmmmmm..."

"Do it, my son, do it, so it, shoot your seed, shoot it, shoot it...touch
the sky, ejaculate, ejaculate, ejaculate all over them, they're both yours
now to do with as you like...whatever you like...whenever you like, as
often as you like, just enjoy them...completely...endlessly," Petrous told
his naked young son as it gave him great pleasure to watch the boy rapidly
scaling the heights of sexual ecstasy.

"Ohhhhhhhh, by the gods, these two are....aghhaoeihaoiheohi
fucccckkkkkkk...fucckkkkkkk....fuckkkkkkk," Jack gasped as he felt his
orgasmic pleasure growing more and more demanding within his thin, naked
loins.

"You...little one...what's your name?" Petrous beckoned the naked little
boy he'd chosen for himself.

"Lucius," the boy told him softly, his voice sweetly feminine, puberty
obviously several years to come.

"How old are you my sweet little blossom," Petrous asked, bending down,
kissing the lovely sweet lips adorning the prettiest face he'd ever seen on
a boy.

"Novem summers," the young boy smiled up at him as Petrous doffed his toga,
standing instantly naked and powerfully hard before the boy, his nine-inch
Roman cock jutting straight up as he watched the boy's eyes widen in
surprise and delight.

"Drink my sperm," Petrous told the boy as the child knelt and instantly
took a surprising amount of man-cock betwen his lips.

"Ohhhhhh fuck, boy, where the hell'd you learn to suck cock like that....so
young but...ahghhahehhhh yeah, yeah, yeahhhhhhhhhh do it, do it, do it, do
it...ahhahahhhahh god, you're a sweet little jewel," Petrous glorified in
the sexual pleasure the little boy was giving his cock.

"Race you to orgasm," Jack challenged his father.

"No fair, you had a head start...and two cocksuckers at a time," Petrous
objected.

"Yes, but you're older. You're got more ball cream...more
experience...bigger...WOW...look at that fucker!"  Jack gasped.

Petrous laughed. "You act like you've never seen me naked before, never
enjoyed my cock, never tasted my sperm..."

Jack smiled. So he and Petrous were more than just father and
son. "Ohhahhhah god, ahghhahehhh fuck, fuck fuck, boys, do it to me, do it
to me, keep doin' it to me like that, keep...keep, aghoaeioaiheorh god,
you're getting me close...close...closer and closer...I can feel it, I can
feel it, ahgaoeirhoah fuck, I'm...I'm gonna
cummmm...gonna...gonna...CUMMMMM...CUMMMMMM...CUMMMMMMMMMMMMM....AGHIEOAIHEORHOIH
FUCK, SUCK IT, SUCK IT, SUCK IT, BOYS, SUCK THAT FUCKER, SUCK ME, SUCK ME,
SUCK ME, SUCK ME OFF, SUCK ME OFF, KEEP SUCKIN' ME KEEP SUCKIN' ME, BOYS,
KEEP SUCKIN' ME OFF...GHAHOEIRHOIAOHEH GOD,
OFFFFF....OFFFFF... OFFFFFFFFFFF...AGHOAIOIHOI TAKE MY CUM, DRINK MY SPERM,
AGHOIAEIRHOIH THE FEELING, CUMMING SOOO HARD, HGOAIHEOIAH FUCK, STILL
CUMMIN', STILLL SHOOTIN' AHGOIAHOIEHRO GOD,
AHGHHEAIIIAEIHOH...AGHOEHAOEIHRHH... OHHAHHEHHAHHHH FUCK FEELS GOOD, FEELS
GOOD, FEELS SOOOO GOOOD, SOOOOOO GOOD, SOOOOO FUCKIN' GOOOOoooooodd!" Jack
cried out as he felt his orgasm peak, then began to feel his pleasure wane.

"AOGHHAOEIHROAIHOIEHOH
AHGEAIIEHROAIHEOIHOAHIEIIAHHH...UNNNGBHAHHAHHOAHGHHHH, YEAHHHHH,
OOHHHHHYEAH, OHHH FUCK, LITTLE BOY, LUCIUS, AHHGHEHHAHEHH YEAH, DRINK MY
SPERM, GHHAHEHHFUCK, SUCK ME, SUCK MY COCK, SUCK MY COCK OFF, BOY,
AGHOAIHEOAIHEHAHHH YEAH, YEAHHHH...AHGHHEAOEIHROIH
FUCCCKKK...FUCCCKKKK...FUCKKKKKKK, NICE...GHAOIEHROAIH GOD, KID,
GHHAOEIRHAOEIRHO YEAH, AHHAHHHAHH YEAHHHHHHHHhhhhhhh..." Petrous joined his
son in sexual ecstasy as they both drained their balls together down their
new slaveboys' cocksucking throats. Petrous picked up his beautiful little
boy and kissed him endlessly, carrying the naked child over to the massive
down-filled bed. "Sextus...bring your boys...join us, I'd like to try them
out. Marcus tells me they fuck as well as they suck."

Pulling his teutonic twins to their feet, Jack put his arms around their
slender, naked waists and guided them to the billowy bed where his father
and the naked little Lucius lay cuddled in one another's arms. "Your little
one is adorable," Jack complimented his father's sexual taste in young
boys. "So tiny, so sweet...slender...but, mio deo, what a cock for such a
little one!"

"You wish to fuck him?" Petrous asked his son as Jack and his slender
toy-boys slipped nakedly into bed next to the godlike creature who was his
father.

"He's so...so small...so...tiny," Jack worried even as his cock started
getting hard again. He and it wanted to fuck something...someone, he didn't
much care who.

"He's no virgin," Petrous assured his naked son as he kissed him and
stroked his naked hip. "But he IS only novem...nine summers...you're
twelve...thirteen tomorrow...old enough to father a son of your own."

"I like boys, but not THAT much," Jack joked as he reached for his father's
slender little pleasure boy. "You like to fuck?" he asked the young child.

"I want you in me," Lucius said softly...breed me...like a girl...sow your
seed inside me," the boy pleaded, smothering Jack with kisses as the two of
them lay cock to cock between Petrous and Jack's naked blond twins, one of
whom was teasing jack's posterior with his five-inch cock.

"I fuck you too..." the boy urged in tortured Latin.

"Erich, Derich...whichever one...one of you, get us some grease...over
there by the bath," Petrous ordered, I think we're in for a night of pretty
serious FUCKING, right son....we're gonna sow some seed, breed some
steeds..."

"Erich and Derich...how can I tell them apart?" Jack laughed as he watched
his two pleasure boys scamper across the room for a small pot of white
grease, probably lard.

"Why try?" Petrous laughed, as the two lithe, lean, slender boys returned
with the grease, handing it to Petrous. He put a generous dollop on his
middle finger and thrust it deep into Lucius' ass. Lucius didn't even
wince. "Now you, Sextus, can't have you tearing up my lovely little one
with that fuckin' monster... god, you get bigger every time I see it...and
touch it...mmmmm...nice," Petrous sighed as he greased up Jack's cock.  He
handed the pot of grease back to one of the twins. "Boys...get greasy...one
of you fuck Sextus the other one, get your ass over here, I'm gonna try out
YOUR boy pussy."

The Teutonic twins looked at one another in dismay, then back at Petrous'
enormous cock as the man greased himself with leftovers from Lucius an
Jack.

"Come on, get the fuck over here, don't be afraid," Petrous reached out,
grabbing one of the twins by his pale, slender wrist, dragging him across
Jack and Lucius. "Don't worry, I've fucked a few boys before in my
thirty-three years; I know how to handle this fucker."

"Ohhhhh fuckkkk...I'm in...whoa...tight...really tight," Jack moaned as his
cock slowly slipped deeper and deeper into his father's pleasure boy,
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh...Lucius echoed Jack's feelings.

"Am I hurting you?" Jack whispered, worried the boy might not be able to
handle his cock.

"Put it in me....deeper...deeper...deeper..." Lucius mewed like a kitten,
"I want you inside me completely. OOooooooouuuuuuuu..."