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   story codes: (Mb bb snuff anal oral ped) style: contemporary

   THE DUNGEON MASTER by Rafe Morgan (Copyright 2012)

   Book I The Cage (Jacob) available now Book II Moto XXX in prep Book III
The Maze (Scott & Rabbit) available now Chptrs 1-13 are up, and more coming
every week!  Book IV On Vacation coming in March 2013 Book V Kill Zone in
revision (adding more fights!) Book VI Duel Masters in prep

   Note for Readers: All the Books can be read in order, or independently,
as you wish!

   BOOK III: THE MAZE (Scott and Rabbit)

   Variety, multiplicity are the two most powerful vehicles of lust. 
~Marquis de Sade

   Chapter 1

   "Play this a lot?" I asked the kid.

   He looked up at me, grinning, his slender sturdy form bulked out by a
snug laser tag vest.  Wispy blond hair falling across his forehead nearly
covered the left eye, but his right one gleamed with pride.  "I'm here
almost every day.  I play all the time." He held up a plastic card.  "I got
passes!"

   "Wow." I was impressed and suddenly a lot more cautious.  The unlimited
pass he was holding was good for ten days, cost $50, and I wondered who had
bought it for him.  It had to have been an adult, which meant there was a
parent around somewhere.  He might even be the son of one of the arcade
owners.  I smiled, nodded and started to walk away, but he tugged at my
arm. "You wanna' play me?"

   A check of the surroundings revealed no one paying us any attention,
plus I had been watching the boy for over an hour without seeing anyone
with him -- so I took a chance.

   "Okay."

   The kid went with me to watch as I searched for a vest big enough to
fit. "What's your name?" I asked.

   "Scott.  What's yours?"

   "Joe."

   "Hi, Joe."

   I glanced at him and he regarded me, head held to one side, as if asking
an unspoken question.  I held eye contact for a long moment, then decided
to try for a little information.  "Who buys those passes for you?"

   As if expecting the question, Scott smiled up with an expression that
was anything but innocent.  "Lots a' guys.  You wanna' play me for one?"

   A sucker bet.  While I had been watching I had seen him hitchhike into
the maze with three other groups and he had won every time.

   "Let's talk about it," I said.

   The big amusement center where I was spending a Saturday afternoon was
crowded, so after I found a vest for myself, Scott and I had to wait awhile
to get a turn in the maze.  Upon spotting the boy I had guessed his age to
be about 11, going by height and stature.  But now that I had spoken to him
I knew I was wrong.  My new estimate was twelve or even thirteen, small for
his age.  Another quick survey of the area still yielded no evidence that
he was with anybody, so I decided to trust my instinct and go for broke.

   "Tell you what," I said, lowering my voice to be sure we were not
overheard.  "I know how good you are, but I'll take your bet.  I'll even
double it.  But only on one condition."

   Scott stared at me, eyes sparkling with excitement.  "What?"

   I leaned closer.  "You and me hook up."

   He smiled, and it was all there in his face.  The boy loved everything
about what we were doing; the thrill, the secrecy, the risk....  I could
see the rush in him, the adrenaline high.

   He nodded.  "Okay."

   "Right after," I said, holding out a fist.  Scott tapped it with his own
and nodded.

   We went in with a group of three older kids, boys about sixteen, and I
lost sight of Scott right away as he dashed off among the aisles of the
maze.  I proceeded more slowly, preferring stealth to speed and relying on
my stalking skills for advantage.

   I considered myself fairly good at laser tag, and against the three
teenagers by myself I would have won.  As it was, Scott took out all four
of us.  The kid was every bit as good as I had thought; both fleet and
nimble, a winning combination in any game, including laser tag.  I seemed
never to get a clear shot at him.  He would be there and then be gone
again, too fast for me to line up my sights, yet he nearly always got a hit
on me.  Compared to him the three older boys moved in slow motion, giving
me ample opportunity for multiple shots.  But hitting Scott was like trying
to shoot a will-o'-the-wisp.

   When we came out Scott showed me the score sheet and I shook my head in
admiration.  "I knew you were good.  I didn't know you were that good!"

   He grinned, clearly delighted with himself and was courteous enough to
throw me a bone.  "You did good, too.  You beat those other guys."

   "Yeah.  Thanks a lot.  Those guys sucked.  You were the one I wanted." I
pointed to the hits scored on him.  "You can bet all those are mine.  Those
other kids never touched you."

   "Yeah." Scott put a small hand on my arm.  "You like got more on me than
any other guy I played."

   "Well, I guess that's something." I smiled back at him, took a quick
look around, leaned closer, and said, "I'm gonna buy you a couple of
passes. Then let's you and me go someplace."

   "Yeah." Scott's eyes were busy with a fast survey of his own as he
answered.

   We got out of the vests.  Scott was wearing a faded pair of baggy cargo
shorts, gray from repeated washings.  A thin yellow shirt, damp with sweat,
clung to his sturdy slender form.  The more I saw of the boy the more I
liked him and I had to force myself not to stare.  He hung back at a
discreet distance while I bought the two passes, then accompanied me
outside.

   "We don't like gotta go far, do we?" He asked.

   "Nah.  I gotta van.  We can do it right there in the back."

   "Awesome!" I could tell this pleased him by the way he looked up at me.

   As we made our way through the parking lot I asked, "You play any
sports?"

   "Uh-huh.  Wrestling.  An' I used t' do like gymnastics.  They're kinda
boring, though.  I like laser tag better.  I can like walk on my hands. 
Wanna see?"

   Without waiting for an answer Scott skipped ahead, kicked up onto his
hands and walked on them for about ten paces without any apparent effort.
The baggy cargo shorts he was wearing fell away from his legs and sunlight
glistened on two smooth perfectly formed calves.

   "Wow!" I exclaimed after he had done a handspring back to his feet. 
"That is good!"

   The boy's face glowed at my praise.  "Yeah.  I can like walk as far as I
want on my hands.  It's easy!  I can do cartwheels, too!"

   Before I could say anything he had taken two running steps and then spun
into, not just one, but a half-dozen cartwheels, spinning along the tarmac
of the parking lot without pause right into the path of an oncoming car. 
Fortunately the vehicle was proceeding slowly and it jerked to a stop, its
driver looking first shaken and then angry.

   "Watch it, kid!" He sputtered angrily out of a rolled down window.

   Scott simply grinned as the man drove off.

   "Kind of a close call," I said to the boy, but he just shrugged.  "I do
that all the time.  It's kinda fun.  I can always make 'em stop." He looked
up at me, eyes shining.  "I'm good at laser tag `cause I like play 'Dodge
`em' all the time on my bike.  It makes me fast."

   "What's 'Dodge `em'?"

   "That's where you like ride down the road, an' like through crossings
an' stuff, dodgin' all the cars as fast as you can, like playing tag with
`em." He gave me a look of smug pride.  "None of the other kids will ever
do it with me.  They're like too scared."

   "Bet they are," I said with a smile.  We had reached my van and I slid
open the side door.

   "Geez!  You ain't got much in here, do you." Scott climbed in, peering
around in disappointment.

   The van was a plain white cargo type, similar to ones I had used before.
I was in the midst of a week-long cast through an area selected from maps
on the Internet.  An Ensolite pad cushioned the metal floor in case I found
someone, but there were no other amenities.  I crawled in beside Scott,
slid the panel door closed and held out the two passes I had bought for
him.

   "Better take these now so you don't forget `em."

   I had been searching on and off for the better part of a month without
finding anything and as I watched Scott stuff the passes into the pocket of
his cargo shorts I was tempted to put handcuffs on him right there because
he was exactly what I wanted.  But the boy was known at the arcade.  At
least a dozen people had seen me with him up close, including two
employees, and there were cameras all over the place.  It was far too
dangerous to abduct him and I resigned myself to the enjoyment of what was
offered.

   "Come on over here, Hot Shot." I lifted the boy so he lay across my
knees and Scott sprawled back, hands stretched behind his head, looking up
at me in excited anticipation.  I tickled him a little just to hear him
laugh and then lifted the edge of his damp shirt.  Scott arched a little so
I could slide the thin fabric up around his chest.  Then he did a half sit
up so I could pull it off him.

   What I uncovered was breathtaking.  The boy was beautifully formed, his
torso smooth and compact, with little swells of muscle in the chest, and
enough breadth of shoulder to give a tapered look to his body as it drew
into the hollow of his taut little waist.  There was just enough hint of
definition to show the athletic strength he possessed, without taking away
the impression of symmetry and elegance.  I slid my palm over the firm
stretched sheet of narrow tummy, feeling the silky warmth, tracing the
faint lines between the muscles with my fingertips.

   Scott sucked in his gut, inviting me to slide down further beneath the
waist of his cargo shorts, and when I did so I discovered he was wearing
nothing beneath.  The glossy smoothness of hard stomach continued into his
groin where my fingers pushed around the rigid base of a jutting little
erection.  He spread his legs to give me more room to explore and after
finding a small tight nut sac, my thumb and forefinger rubbed up the slick
shaft of his boner to the helmet of a circumcised tip.

   As my fingertips brushed back down the shaft I felt Scott tighten his
butt, hardening and swelling himself as much as he could.  The boy closed
his eyes as I began to unbutton his shorts and the moment I had the zipper
down he lifted his hips so I could slip them off along with his Nikes.

   Scott stretched out naked across my knees and I took a deep breath to
keep from trembling at the sight of such incredible perfection.  The boy's
lower body was as beautiful as the rest, silky legs in perfect proportion,
swell of thigh and calf in graceful symmetry divided by daintily formed
knees.  Although his stature would have been appropriate for an eleven or
twelve-year-old the breadth of Scott's shoulders, the developing muscle and
the hint of lengthening in his supple legs made me virtually certain that
he was thirteen, small for his age, and only just starting his growth
spurt. Another proof of this was the rock-hard boner jutting up more than
four inches from a smooth hairless groin, longer and thicker than a typical
eleven-year-old would have.

   I stroked my hands over the boy, reveling in the smooth silky warmth of
his physical perfection.  When my fingers slid up and down on his rigid boy
stick Scott arched a little, squeezing his butt.  He gave me an uncertain
glance.  "I can't like shoot nothin' yet."

   "You're thirteen, aren't you," I said, stating it as a fact.

   He nodded.  "Uh-huh." Then, after a little squirm of embarrassment he
added, "In wrestling they said I was kinda a runt.  I didn't care though. I
could still beat lotsa bigger kids."

   That was a lie.  He had cared.  I could hear it in his voice.

   "They didn't know anything," I said, stroking him.  "You're perfect. 
I'd rather coach you than any other kid I've ever met.  And you'll grow. 
You've already started.  I can tell."

   Scott looked up at me.  "For real?"

   I nodded.  "For real."

   My fingers rubbed faster on his rigid boner, tips brushing over the
sensitive blunt head before sliding back down the slick shaft.  Scott
pulled one knee up a little, stretched his arms behind his head, and stared
up at the roof of the van.  "I wanna get bigger," he said wistfully. 
"Bein' small is okay, though.  I can like move real fast in laser tag."

   "You're really good at it.  How did you learn to shoot so well?"

   "I doan' know.  I just, like, did.  It's like... Like, I just feel it
some way."

   The boy's breaths were coming faster.  A tiny throb pulsed beneath my
pumping fingers.  Scott squirmed and then arched a little, squeezing his
butt again.  I pumped harder, sliding my fingers up over his tip on each
stroke, and Scott's head pulled back.  I heard a little, "Ah...." As his
breath caught in his throat.  Then his whole body tensed.  The stiff rod
strained upward, tip quivering with the boy's excited heart beats.  Another
throb pulsed at the base...  then again....  Suddenly Scott's hips thrust.
A contraction jerked the rigid shaft, followed by a train of throbbing
pulses that went on and on as the boy jerked his hips, bucking and
thrusting.

   As the pulsing died away I took my fingers off the quivering boner and
stroked Scott's silky body.  My palm slid down his flank, the hollow of his
tiny waist, and onto the glossy curve of his hip.

   "That was really good," I told him.  "Feel nice?"

   "Uh-huh..." Scott was gasping.  Then, as his breathing slowed, his eyes
turned to mine.  "Nothin' don't ever come out though."

   "It will," I assured him.  "You'll see."

   I leaned over to take him in my arms and the boy let me pull him to a
half sitting position.  Then he began tugging at my clothing.  "Lemme do it
to you." After he had pulled my shirt off I removed my Nikes and helped him
get my shorts and boxers out of the way.  "Wow, you're like strong," Scott
told me, stroking a small hand over my arm muscle.

   Not as good as you.  I can't walk on my hands."

   He grinned up at me, then gripped my hard man rod, rubbing it up and
down.

   "Yeah," I whispered, stretching out beside the boy on the soft foam. 
Scott pressed the full-length of his short compact body to mine and I held
him, circling a palm on his silky warmth while he stroked me.  The
sensation of having such incredible beauty cradled against me was so
exquisite I shuddered with ecstasy and hugged Scott close, bending my head
to kiss his golden hair, hair thick yet soft and wispy as corn silk.  With
bated breath I waited for him to lift his head and offer his lips, but he
remained huddled close, head resting on my chest while he clung to me with
one arm and pumped my hard shaft with the other.  It occurred to me that
perhaps for some reason he disliked kissing, so I let it go and tried
instead to use the movement of my hands and body to show how much I loved
holding and caressing him.

   As the first droplets of clear pre-cum oozed from my tip I let go of the
boy, stretched him out on the foam pad and whispered, "Like this."

   I reversed position so I could take his thick little boner into my
mouth. Scott gave a moan of pleasure and then I felt moist warmth engulf
the head of my own shaft as the boy slid me between his lips.  We lay on
our sides, sucking on each other, the boy's tongue curled around my tip
while his fist continued to rub the base.  Although he did not try to take
me deep, Scott's movements were skilled enough to display that he had done
this before and I wondered how far I could take him.

   Like the rest of his body, Scott's butt cheeks were perfect, two dimpled
half-moons of glossy curved firmness.  I spread them with my palms, cupping
and massaging, then slid my fingers along the crease in unspoken question.
Scott pulled up a knee to open himself and after running my fingers back
and forth without him flinching away, I reached for a tube of KY that was
tucked in next to the mat.

   Without interrupting the sliding of my lips on his rigid boy stick I
slicked my fingers with slippery gel and pressed them into Scott's crease,
searching until I found the little clenched dimple of his opening.  The boy
lifted his thigh in invitation and the tip of my forefinger pressed on the
tight ring, squeezing through to the moist heat beyond.  I felt Scott bear
down, my fingertip worked its way up into him and then it was rubbing back
and forth across the tiny swelling at the base of his shaft.  The boy's
arms tightened around me.  He thrust his hips as throb after throb pulsed
within him, rippling around my embedded finger, jerking the rigid shaft I
held in my mouth.

   As gently as I could I squeezed a second finger into the boy's tight
opening, stretching him as he writhed.  He tried to open himself by lifting
his thigh and I helped him by rolling him onto his back.  Keeping my weight
off him by supporting myself on my elbows, I continued sliding his stiff
boner through my lips while Scott pulled his knees up, straining his thighs
apart.  I worked a third finger into him and as more pressure came on his
sensitive nub the boy's hips jerked again, pulse after pulse throbbing
within him.

   When I let my fingers be pushed out of him and pulled my head back away
from his groin Scott allowed my own stiff rod to slide from his mouth,
lying sprawled on the foam pad watching as I got to my knees and smeared KY
on my jutting erection.

   "I only like done it up the butt a couple a times," he confessed, with
an anxious look.

   "Did you like it?"

   His eyes flicked away from mine and he shrugged.  "Sorta."

   I leaned over to stroke the boy, caressing the silky curve of his
shoulder.  "Trust me," I whispered.

   Gently I turned him onto his side, stretched out behind him, and slid
the thick head of my KY slicked rod between his perfect butt cheeks. 
Holding the beautiful boy with an arm around his small taut waist I used my
other hand to guide myself in, pressing my blunt tip against his small ring
while Scott tensed his tummy muscles, bearing down to open himself.

   As his tight opening loosened, I worked in the head of my erection and
the young boy stretched his arms out, clenching his fists and groaning,
"Uhhhhh...." Millimeter by millimeter my blunt tip slipped through, until
with a 'pop', I entered him, the thick head of my shaft suddenly engulfed
by moist heat.  Scott's head pulled back.  He gave a weak little gasp,
"Ah..." There was a flutter of reactive spasm and his stretched ring
tightened around the neck of my penetrating rod.  His lower legs twitched.

   With slow circling movements of my palm I caressed the boy's glossy hip
and thigh while he accommodated himself to the fullness penetrating him. 
As the spastic clenching of his sphincter eased my hand drifted to Scott's
limp member which had softened while he strained to allow my entry.  At the
first touch of my fingers I felt it swell and then harden, lifting again
into full quivering rigidity.

   With firm quick strokes my lubricated fingers slid on the boy's jutting
boner until Scott's breathing was coming in little panting gasps, "Uh... 
Uh...  Uh...  Uh..." I felt his lean slender body tense under me.  The
boy's shaft swelled beneath my pumping fingers, jutting outward.  A throb
pulsed at its base.  Then another contraction made his legs twitch.  Scott
moaned, pushing back with his hips against the thrust of my penetrating
fullness.  Inch by inch I slid into him, my full-length sheathing itself in
his moist hot sweetness.

   When the firm mounds of Scott's butt settled against my groin, I rotated
my hips, moving the tip of my impaling rod deep within the boy, feeling the
swell of that movement in his lower belly, beneath my encircling arm. 
Scott ground, breaths coming faster, and then his jutting boner jerked in
throb after throb.  The first quick contraction sent an arc of tiny
droplets shooting outward, then more slippery wetness dribbled from the
slit, running over my stroking fingers, giving more lubrication so I could
pump even faster.  The boy writhed in pleasure, panting in quick little
gasps, "Ah...  Ah...  Ah...  Ah..." his body quivering.

   I began to move in him, withdrawing a fraction of an inch and then
pushing back in, sliding my rod through the tight ring, and the boy went
with me, squirming to push back against every thrust as I gradually
increased the length of the stroke.  Another spasm shook Scott, then
another, more dribbles of slippery wetness coming from his tip.  He moaned
softly, writhing in passion, then suddenly arching in tension, his
beautiful lean body taut as a drawn bow.  I drove up into him, holding the
boy close while I ground my hips, and with jerk after jerk Scott's
quivering little boner pulsed again, sending more glittering droplets
arcing outward.

   The intensity of the boy's response, the sensation of being sheathed
within him, the thrill of holding his beautiful silky warmth writhing in my
arms - it all took me past the edge.  Pressure within my own loins ramped
upward.  I felt warmth gush from my tip deep in the boy's loins.  I tried
to keep rubbing Scott's rigid boner while continuing to slide my shaft in
him, squeezing to hold back, but at last I could prolong the moment no
longer.  Scott felt the increasing speed of my movements and the swelling
of my shaft.  He pushed back against me as I thrust up as deep as I could,
holding myself locked against him.  For a moment the boy and I strained
together, our bodies shuddering...  then, as Scott began to jerk once more,
I released into him, my hips bucking, spurt after spurt shooting from my
throbbing rod.

   Afterwards I caressed the boy, circling my palm on the silky smoothness
of his chest and shoulders while he lay sprawled on the foam mat, half
stunned in a trance of pleasure.  Finally he rolled into my arms to cuddle
against me, tucking his head into my shoulder.

   "Feel good?" I whispered.

   Scott nodded and I stroked the smooth taper of his back, letting my hand
drift down to cup the firm mound of his butt.  He squirmed against me
hugging close and I could feel his stiff little rod pushing against my
stomach.  In his immature passive ardor the boy was still erect.

   "See?" I told him.  "You didn't think you could shoot stuff, but you
can."

   He nodded again, turning his head so he could look up at me.  "Do you
like live around here?"

   I shook my head.  "Wish I did.  I'd give anything to see you every day.
I really like you a lot.  Tell you what, though.  You got a cell phone?"

   "Uh-uh."

   "How bout I get you one?  That way you can call me whatever you want. 
When you need more passes for the laser tag I'll fix it so you can have
them, and we'll work on having me visit once in a while."

   Scott's eyes widened.  "Yeah!"

   "Think you can keep a cell phone and not get it taken by your parents or
somebody?"

   "Uh-huh!" The boy nodded eagerly.  "My mom ain't gonna notice.  She's
never around.  I'm over here most of the time anyway."

   "Yeah," I said, stroking the boy and smiling.  "You like this laser tag
stuff, don't you."

   "Uh-huh!  I wish I could like do it for real!"

   "I wish you could, too," I said.

   The boy's words started a cascade of ideas in my head and I kept
stroking him, wanting desperately to take him with me, yet knowing it was
impossibly risky.  Even so, there was the future...

   "Maybe we can work on that," I told him.  My fingertips brushed lightly
down the hollow of his spine, tickling just enough to make Scott giggle as
he hugged against me.

   "Come on," I told him, disentangling myself.  "Let's get dressed.  We'll
go get you a phone."

   One of the big national discount chains had a location not far from the
amusement center.  There I bought a cell phone for Scott, put my private
number into his contact list and taught him how to add prepaid minutes when
I sent him a PIN.  The boy was entranced with his new gadget, and when I
dropped him off near the trailer park where he lived he gave me an
affectionate farewell, promising to stay in touch.  It cost me something to
say goodbye to him and later that evening on the Interstate driving to my
next destination some of the ideas Scott had given me began to churn in my
mind.

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