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   THE DUNGEON MASTER by Rafe Morgan (Copyright 2012)

   BOOK III: THE MAZE (Scott and Rabbit)

   Chapter 3

   We both slept soundly that night.  I doubt Rabbit woke up at all and I
only did twice.  Each time I came to the surface, the boy was huddled
against me, the second time with his back to my front so we were nested
together like spoons.  I put my hand protectively on his groin and in the
morning when I woke a hard little boner in the satin shorts was pushed out
against my palm.  I rubbed it a few times, bending my head to kiss the
boy's soft hair before slipping carefully out from under the covers without
waking him.

   Upstairs I went to work finding us some breakfast.  There was not much,
so the best I could do was oatmeal, toast and scrambled eggs.  Waking the
sleepy boy I led him, stumbling, upstairs to the kitchen, fed him, then put
him back to bed in his room, along with a Game Boy and a selection of
cartridges for his amusement.

   "You sleep as long as you want," I told him.  "You've earned it.  Try
all the stuff on the Game Boy and see which you like.  I can get you more
if you want.  I'm going to get all your stuff and we'll start putting
things together when I get back."

   Rabbit nodded, then to my surprise reached up because he wanted a hug.
After I had given it to him he picked up the Game Boy, but when I left the
room, locking him in, the game was beside him on the bed and he was curled
up under the covers ready for more sleep.

   Upstairs I showered, dressed hurriedly and then went online with the big
computer in the spare room I used for an office, checking the news sites.
There was nothing about Rabbit either locally or nationally.  I wondered
what his existence had been to make his absence so unremarkable.  Perhaps I
would learn in time, or perhaps the boy would never tell me.  It hardly
mattered now.

   Next, I researched paintball supplies, finding the stores in my area.  I
made notes, but before getting into my truck for a shopping expedition, I
also did some research on laser tag equipment.  What I discovered convinced
me there was plenty more work to do and a lot of ideas were knocking around
in my head as I took off on my shopping tour.

   The first place I went was a small shop in a town about an hour's drive
away.  When I got there at 9:30 a sign on the door said, `Open at 10' so I
killed half an hour talking on my phone to the contractor I had used to
build the cage for Jason's fights.  By the time we finished he had a basic
idea of what I wanted and we agreed to meet the next day at the Industrial
Park where I held the lease on a disused warehouse.

   The shop had opened while I had been talking and upon going in I found
myself in a cluttered space amid skateboards, ATVs, scooters, air rifles,
pistols of all descriptions - and on one wall an equally bewildering array
of paintball weapons.  The proprietor, a pony tailed young man wearing John
Lennon glasses gave me a basic education on the things.

   "What you want," he told me after I had explained that I was looking for
something that could be used indoors, "Is a pistol type that is single shot
or semiautomatic." He laid two of the smaller guns out for my inspection.
"Either of these would be good choices."

   I hefted the guns, examining the mechanism.  "What do they use as
propellant?"

   "Compressed air.  This one's a pump type and the other uses cartridges.
They load into the handle here."

   "And they both shoot paint pellets."

   He nodded.  "Right.  You load the pellets into a hopper that attaches to
the top.  You can try these if you want.  I've got a booth here in the
back."

   Picking up the guns he led me behind the counter to a storage area even
more crowded than his display area out front.  At the end of a narrow aisle
was a wooden framework having a paint smeared canvas backstop.  He loaded
two plastic containers with brightly colored pellets, attaching them to the
pistols and handed one to me.  It was the pump model and I was reminded of
a super soaker squirt gun.  I worked the stiff lever, already knowing it
would not be the one I wanted, but just for comparison I fired off a few
pellets, watching the canvas ripple as they splatted against it.  Then I
tried the more expensive cartridge model.  This one took a silvery tube of
compressed air, the sort of thing used to blow up life rafts.  It had a
better balance than the other model, and I liked the idea of a finite
supply of propellant.  It would limit the duration of the matches, as well
as putting a premium on skill and efficient use.

   "I'll take six of these," I told the young man and was amused at the
reaction I got.

   "I... I'll have to see if we have that many," was his startled answer.

   "I'll also need a few cases of these air cartridges, and six different
colors of paint pellets, a case or two of each." For nearly a half-hour
that young man was probably busier than he had been in months, scurrying
around to fill my order.  He got another shock when I paid him in cash and
after loading it all into my truck with his help, I left him standing on
the sidewalk outside his store probably wishing he could have business like
that every morning.

   My next stop was one of the big discount hardware stores where I
purchased 2x3's, canvas, a cordless drill with attachments and assorted
hardware.  By then it was nearly one o'clock, so after a quick stop at a
fast food drive-thru I headed home.

   Rabbit was wide awake when I got back.  After I had taken him into the
garage to help me unload everything it was all I could do to get him to eat
the lunch I had brought because he was wild to start playing with the guns.

   "First we gotta build your target range," I told him.

   That took all the rest of the day, because I let the boy do most of the
work.  As a former engineer I could have had the thing up in less than an
hour, but it was much more satisfying teaching Rabbit, giving him the fun
of building it.  The boy had a blast measuring, cutting, drilling and
putting the framework together.  We hung the canvas off hooks in the back
and I got some plastic sheeting from the garage, wrapping that around the
sides and rear of the frame for extra protection.  Then we stepped back,
surveying our handiwork.

   "Awesome?" I asked, looking at Rabbit.

   "Awesome!" He said, grinning back at me.

   "Let's get a picture!"

   I grabbed the digital camera and took a dozen shots of the frame with
Rabbit posed in front of it wearing his satin workout shorts, his face
wreathed in smiles.

   After a slap of palms with each other, I ordered another pizza for our
dinner and we spent the time waiting for it learning how to use the
pistols. Rabbit caught on right away to the trick of loading the air
cartridges.  Then once I taught him the basic two-handed shooter's stance,
he had no trouble putting splotches of pain right in the center of the
canvas.  When the pizza arrived we were both reluctant to stop long enough
to eat.  Cramming slices into our mouths we started a competition; first
shooting at the canvas, then duct taping pieces of cardboard from the pizza
box to the canvas and shooting at them.

   Much later, when we were both tired, I sent Rabbit off to take a shower
while I cleaned up.  But I had no sooner put the guns away then the boy
appeared at his bedroom door, naked except for a towel held loosely in
front of him.

   "Joe, I can't, like, get the water right."

   "I'll help you."

   The slender boy scampered into the bathroom ahead of me, glossy little
butt flashing in the overhead lights.  Putting the towel aside, he stood
leaning against me while I adjusted the water for him.

   "There you go," I said, but still he did not get in.

   "Joe?"

   "Yeah?"

   Rabbit looked up at me.  "You know, like that hair stuff you said to
use? I can't find it."

   "It's right there," I told him, pointing, "On the lower shelf.  Five
different kinds."

   "Like, I doan' know how to use it." Rabbit tugged at me.  "You like
gotta show me."

   The boy's face was lifted to mine, and when I looked down I saw the shy
desperate need mixed with fear that I might laugh at him or say no. 
Instead I stroked his soft brown hair.  "I'll show you."

   Once I was undressed, Rabbit held my hand as we stepped into the shower
together.  With the hot water cascading over us the boy hugged against me,
head resting against my chest as I stroked and caressed his hard wiry body.
When my palms cupped the firm mounds of his butt he squirmed to rub his
crotch on my thigh.  I felt the stiffness of a rigid boner pushing at my
leg.

   Using the shampoo that smelled of wild honey I lathered Rabbit's thick
hair, working the suds in while the boy writhed against me.  Then I washed
his lean body with coconut bath soap.  Rabbit lifted his arms so I could
spread the rich lather in the velvety softness of his armpits and then down
over his ribs.  My hands pushed suds across his slender chest, down the
taper of his back and over the flat muscular sheath of his tummy.  My palms
went around the silky warmth of his taut little waist and then slid onto
his hips and down his long slender legs, scrubbing him all the way to his
ankles.

   Rabbit giggled when I did his dainty feet, supporting himself with a
hand on my shoulder while I washed each one.  Then he leaned back against
me, looking down to watch as my hands moved back up to his groin.

   The boy was rigidly hard, his stiff four-inch boner jutting out in a
slight upward curve.  I slid my soapy fingers on it, stroking several times
before sudsing his tight little nut sack and the creases around it.  When
my hands slid around onto his butt, Rabbit hugged while I massaged the twin
mounds of muscle, spreading his feet apart so the edge of my palm could
push farther into his crease.  Although he showed no reluctance, the boy
did not send any signal of invitation.  I let my fingertips slid across the
dimple of his opening without pushing in.  Then, as I pushed against the
base of his nut sack, he squirmed in pleasure, rubbing his stiff shaft
against my leg.

   While I rinsed him off, Rabbit leaned back once more against me.  I
rubbed his thick little boner, sliding a thumb and two fingers on the shaft
in quick firm strokes.  The boy arched, hips thrust outward.  I could feel
him squeezing his butt to harden himself as much as he could.  My stroking
efforts were rewarded by a sudden throb and jerk of his hips.  Immediately
I turned the boy around, knelt in front of him and while he leaned back
against the wall, eyes closed, I slid his quivering boner into my mouth.

   Holding him on either side of his hips I sucked on the stiff quivering
shaft, rubbing with my lips, swirling the tip of my tongue over the
circumcised head and its tiny slit.  Rabbit spread his legs, arching to
push his groin out against my mouth.  Another throb pulsed.  With his
slender wiry body twisting in ecstasy, Rabbit pulled his head back, hands
flat against the shower tiles to keep his balance.  Then in buck after
buck, his hips began quick little thrusts, which slid his slick boy rod
back and forth between my lips.

   I went with him, sucking harder, matching my movements with his own. 
The boy's heaves became wilder and more frantic.  Suddenly his hard slim
body tensed.  Hips thrust out, body arched, Rabbit jerked over and over
again as slippery warmth dribbled onto my tongue from the tip of his
throbbing boy stick.

   Gripping the firm mounds of his butt I held the boy in my mouth until
the throbbing spasm passed, only then allowing his quivering boner to slide
out.  Straightening up I took Rabbit into my arms and the trembling boy
hugged while I stroked him.  "Feel good?" I whispered.

   He nodded, sliding his small palms on my back and sides.

   "Now do me." Taking the soap, Rabbit lathered my chest, reaching up to
do my shoulders and upper arms.  He was slow and clumsy, but we were in no
hurry.  Like the boy, I raised my arms so he could soap my sides and
armpits.  Then, he slid a sudsy palm over the muscles of my back and chest.
As I had done with him he pushed the edge of his palm into my butt crease,
brought his hand around to scrub my stomach and waist, then went down my
hips and legs.

   By the time he worked back to my groin I was so aroused my erection was
quivering.  I very nearly lost it the moment his soapy fingers touched the
shaft.  Sudden pressure mounted in my loins as Rabbit explored, his small
fingers rubbing.  Wanting to prolong myself for him, I bit my lip, at the
same time squeezing as hard as I could to hold back a release.

   Rabbit tugged me beneath the cascading water, rinsing me off.  Then he
went to his knees in front of me, sending a shudder of desire racing
through my loins.  As his mouth opened to take me in, it was all I could do
to keep from thrusting deep into his throat.  I leaned back against the
wall, letting the boy work on me in his own way, tongue licking my tip
while he rubbed the base of my shaft with his fist.  It was the simplest
kind of oral manipulation, but I was so close to the edge anything would've
worked.

   Pressure ramped up in me once more.  Seconds later slippery droplets
were pouring from my slit.  I squeezed, arching, tensing my body... 
Rabbit's fingers rubbed faster...  then with a sudden hard contraction that
shot a jet of semen into the boy's mouth, I was cuming, my hips jerking as
I spurted over and over again....

   Rabbit kept me in his mouth until my throbbing contractions died.  Then,
when I pulled him to his feet, he put his arms around me, lifting his face
to mine to be kissed, my seed running from the corners of his mouth.  As
are lips met the boy opened to admit my tongue and I tasted myself as I
slipped deep into him.

   Rabbit's thick little boner was still jutting out in full rigidity,
rubbing against my thigh while the boy's silky warmth pressed against me.
Slim body writhing, he seemed desperate for affection, trembling as he hung
on to me, exchanging long deep kisses with the water cascading over us. 
Afterwards, when I dried him off, then brushed his hair, Rabbit gazed up at
me, eyes filled with longing.  When I took him, naked, to his bed he wanted
to be held, stroked and caressed while we kissed again.

   By that time the boy's eager fingers had rekindled me.  I turned him to
his other side so we could nestle together like spoons, then slid my stiff
shaft between his slim thighs.  With an arm around Rabbit's lean waist and
the other reaching around his hip, I stroked his jutting boner until he was
bucking and jerking into another immature climax, his lanky form arching up
against my encircling arm.  Once his frantic movements slowed I petted the
boy, kissed his thick hair and whispered to him, spinning story after story
until he fell asleep at last, hard wiry body nestled against my own, safe
in my arms.

   * * *

   The next morning, Rabbit wanted to do more paintball target practice
without even thinking about eating, so I let him fire off pellets while I
made breakfast.  But then I insisted that he stop, and while we were eating
I explained that the rest of the morning was going to be devoted to working
out.

   "You can shoot more this afternoon," I promised, "But first we do the
things that will keep getting you stronger."

   The boy was disappointed, but followed my lead without question and I
launched him into full-scale training, beginning with shoulders and arms. I
pushed him hard, driving him to failure on all the sets, both with free
weights and the cable machine.  After two hours, when we started the Seal
routine on the mats, Rabbit was exhausted.  But he still drove himself into
every exercise without hesitation, never once asking to stop for a rest
even though his muscles were shaking from fatigue.  By that time it was
clear to me that the boy would attempt anything I asked of him in order to
earn my praise.

   "I'm so proud of you, Rabbit.  So proud of you," I told him over and
over when we finished.  The boy lay gasping, quivering on a towel that I
spread for him while I massaged him, sliding my hands all over his lithe
silky body until his breathing slowed.  When I tugged at his workout shorts
Rabbit lifted his hips so we could strip them off, then lay still, eyes
glowing with pride as I continued to praise him.  Once my caresses brought
him erect, I slid my fingers on his shaft taking him to a little jerking
release and then another before carrying him into the bathroom where I told
him to take a shower.  He tugged at me but I shook my head.

   "We'll do that later.  Right now I'm going to make your lunch and then
you're going to take a nap."

   Once I had the boy fed and bedded down with some magazines he could look
at if he woke before I got back, I locked him in and then took off for a
meeting with the contractor at my warehouse.  After I had showed him a
sketch of what I wanted, we dickered to a price we could agree on, and then
he told me it would take a month.

   "No sooner?" I asked.  "It's not that complicated, is it?"

   My contractor, a swarthy Hispanic from the city -- I never used anyone
local -- grinned at me.  "Once we start, it'll be done in a few days.  But
I'll be getting the plywood off another job.  That's why I can give you the
good price."

   "You always have the angles," I told him, grinning back.  "How much do
you need for a deposit?"

   The two of us always dealt in cash so he made a stop at my bank and
afterward, as he was pocketing the deposit money, the contractor asked, "So
what is it this time?  Some kind of movie stuff?"

   I nodded.  "Yeah.  That, plus we're still doing psychological research.
Keep a lid on it.  We can't leak anything to the competition."

   "Nobody on the job knows nothin'," the man assured me.  "We're so busy
right now they'll forget all about you in a week.  I'll call you when we're
ready."

   We shook hands and he drove away.

   Rabbit was awake when I got back, eager to begin working with his paint
ball guns.  For three hours I drilled him on firing in place - sitting,
kneeling and standing positions.  Then we worked on rapid-fire situations.
Rabbit dove onto the mats, twisted around, then fired from whatever awkward
position he was in.  Other times he might stand with his back to the
target, then whirl to fire in one continuous movement.  The boy loved this,
particularly when I joined in to make it a contest.  We were in the midst
of a spirited duel for points when Scott called on the cell phone.

   "When you like comin' to visit, Joe?" He asked as soon as we had
exchanged greetings.

   "A couple of weeks.  I've got things movin' here.  I should be able to
see you then.  You kickin' ass in the maze?"

   Assuring me that he was, Scott went on to tell me about the things he
was doing, but I could tell he was feeling restless.  "Just don't get
yourself killed in traffic down there," I warned him.  "Hang on for just a
few more weeks and I promise I'll be there."

   "Yeah, okay," he told me reluctantly.  We talked for a few more minutes
and then hung up.

   "Who was that?" Rabbit wanted to know.

   "A kid who likes guns as much as you do," I told him.  "He's an ace at
laser tag."

   "I'm good at laser tag." It was quite clear from Rabbit's determined
look that he was ready to go against any other kid that might compete for
my attention.

   "You ever played it?" I asked.

   "A couple a' times."

   "This kid wants to play it for real." I was watching the boy to see his
reaction.  "You know, like if you lose you die for real.  I promised he
could try it."

   Rabbit stared back at me proudly.  "I'll play it for real.  I ain't
scared!"

   "We'll see," I told him.  "I'm not sure I want to lose either of you. 
But there must be other kids that wanna try that.  You guys can go against
them."

   "I'll do it," Rabbit declared again.  "I'd like beat anybody!"

   Nodding in approval I patted the boy's bare shoulder.  "We'll give it a
shot if I can arrange it.  We can use cameras...  put it on the Internet
and make a ton of money."

   "Yeah!" Rabbit's eyes flashed.  "That would be like awesome!  I wanna do
it, Joe!  An' paintball for real!  Paintball, like with real guns, an'
knives, an' shit!  Let's do that, Joe!"

   I gave him the nod of approval that he sought, patted his shoulder and
we resumed our competition.  Later, in both the shower and on the bed, as
our naked bodies writhed together I kept whispering to the boy over and
over, "You're my brave gunfighter.  I'm so very proud of you!"

   The phone call from Scott served as a reminder that I still had not
finished with my preparations for extreme laser tag -- or as I started to
call it in my mind, laser tag-X.  My cursory search online had revealed
multiple sources for the equipment and now, while I continued with Rabbit's
training, I went back to those sources, exploring them during his nap and
rest periods.  Culling out the cheap stuff, I found an expensive vest that
could not only register hits on the sides, front and back of the body, but
also had the necessary logic to activate sound effects on a hit, triggering
an alarm when a set total was reached.  I ordered a dozen in various sizes
along with the laser guns that went with them.

   More surfing turned up other items.  With lithium batteries, capacitive
discharge circuits and some EKG electrodes the vests could be made to
deliver electric shocks each time a hit was scored.  For a while I
contemplated various means of increasing the intensity of the shocks as the
total number of hits went up, or of somehow illuminating the vest to make
the wearer a better target, but the extra logic entailed did not seem worth
its bulk and I let that idea go.  The vests were going to be complicated
enough.

   For a killing mechanism I thought first of some sort of drug delivered
by a pneumatic system.  A little research soon convinced me it was
impractical - too bulky and unreliable.  I was temporarily stumped until my
random browsing turned up a simple tube gun used in mining or demolition
applications.  The tube itself was small and light enough to be sewn onto
the shoulder of a vest.  The firing charge, which screwed onto the end, was
triggered electrically and the thing could be loaded with almost anything.
I envisioned a metal or wooden dart shot into the side of the neck.

   With these designs and others as a plan I ordered supplies and while
awaiting delivery, continued with Rabbit's training.  He was doing so well
that at the end of the first week, when he managed to get through a
complete aerobic routine for the first time without needing a rest break, I
decided it was time for some surprise rewards.  A quick shopping trip at
noon provided what I needed and late that afternoon, after the boy had
completed his target practice with an especially good rapid-fire score I
patted his shoulder, sat him down and held up the gold hoop I had bought.

   "Think this might look good on you?"

   Rabbit's eyes widened.  He reached for the loop, taking it into his palm
to stare at it.

   "For real, Joe?"

   "For real," I told him with a smile.  "It's solid gold.  You know what
it is, right?"

   "Uh-huh!" The boy looked up at me eagerly.  "Can we do it like right
now?"

   "Yup.  Right now.  Come on..."

   I led him into the bathroom, used alcohol to swab Rabbit's left earlobe
and then pierced it with a sterile needle.  The boy endured the procedure
unflinching, although he grimaced a bit when I put the needle through. 
After cleaning the gold ring with more alcohol I threaded it in, then
covered the lobe with antibiotic ointment.  Immediately Rabbit insisted on
going to the mirror and while I stood behind him, caressing his shoulders,
the boy admired himself turning his head a little to make the gold loop
flash in the light.

   "Joe, I look awesome!"

   Eyes alight with excitement he lifted them to gaze at me as I stroked
him.

   "Yeah.  You do.  But you know what?  I think we should add one thing
more." From a pocket I drew the gold chain I had bought for him.  Rabbit's
eyes nearly popped out of his head as I put in around his neck and fastened
the clasp.

   "Joe..."

   "It's all for you, Hot Shot.  You're my gunfighter.  I want you lookin'
good.  You like it?"

   For answer Rabbit turned to hug me and I leaned down to kiss his thick
honey colored hair.  "You're real nice to me," the boy whispered, lifting
his face so our lips could meet in a long deep kiss.

   We took a shower together and I soaped Rabbit's lean athletic body while
he hugged, sliding his silky warmth against my skin to rub himself into
quivering rigidity.  On his bed afterwards we sucked each other, with the
boy writhing in ecstasy, thrusting with his hips as I pushed a finger into
his tight boy hole.  All week I had been coaxing him to take me deeper and
now for the first time he slid the head of my stiff shaft all the way into
his throat, holding it there, arms locked around my hips and face against
my groin.  The sensation of being taken like that, of having Rabbit
surrender himself so completely, flooded me with such passion I bucked in
partial release, spurting into the boy's gullet.  Only a desperate squeeze
that arched my body held me back.  I tongued Rabbit's thick little shaft,
at the same time pushing a second finger into his opening, deep enough to
press on his nub.  A throb pulsed in the boy's loins.  He lifted up, wiry
body shuddering, and for a moment we twisted against each other, silky
warmth of skin sliding on skin.  Then Rabbit's slim hips heaved in jerk
after jerk, sending dribbles of sweet slipperiness into my mouth.  Suddenly
I could no longer hold back.  My own hips bucked, and then I was shooting
into him, the boy squirming beneath me, struggling to swallow shot after
shot of my spurting semen.

   As my release passed I was momentarily so spent it was all I could do to
catch my breath.  Then I realized that Rabbit's arms had fallen away from
me.  I withdrew from his mouth, turning hurriedly to check that he was
breathing.  The boy lay sprawled, staring upward, but the moment I leaned
over him he reached to hug me, cuddling close to lie pressed against me in
my embrace.  I could feel the rapid beat of his heart fluttering like a
captured bird within his chest.

   "Feel good?" I whispered and for an answer Rabbit nodded, hugging
sweetly.

   "All my stuff in you is gonna help you grow strong," I assured him,
stroking down the taper of his back onto a glossy smooth mound of butt. 
Rabbit pulled his leg up onto my hip and squirmed against me to rub his
still erect boner on my stomach.

   "My brave gunfighter," I whispered, caressing him.

   When we went upstairs together to have dinner in the kitchen, Rabbit ate
more than usual, never taking his eyes off me.  Once we were done I led him
to my bedroom where the boy curled up next to me on the bed while we
watched a DVD of `Young Guns.' Later I told him stories in the dark until
he went to sleep, his slim naked body huddled against my own.

   ------------------- End of Chapter Three -------------------