Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* This is a work of FICTION for ADULTS only. Do NOT read this if you are under 18 or if you are not an adult according to the laws of your State or Country. Do NOT read this if you are easily offended or if you are not interested in fantasies involving violence and young boys. This file contains sexually EXPLICIT material depicting sex between an adult male and young boys. The author does not condone any of the acts in this file. This story was not written to advocate sexual activity with minors. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental. Please support free speech and stop censorship. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* story codes: (Mb bb snuff anal oral ped) style: contemporary THE DUNGEON MASTER by Rafe Morgan (Copyright 2012) Prologue 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! PROLOGUE The most fortunate of persons is he who has the most means to satisfy his vagaries. Marquis de Sade When my father died in the crash of a small plane that he was piloting, I felt little in the way of grief. We had parted company early in my childhood when he left my mother, and the only time we ever met again was at her funeral a decade later. I had no brothers or sisters and, from either a sense of duty or guilt, my father left everything to me. When the lawyers got done I found myself in possession of a substantial amount of money, plus a vast piece of valuable real estate that had once been my grandfather's farm. Two years later, having survived probate, more lawyers, and negotiations with an army of developers, most of the farm was parceled out and I had hundreds of millions more - even after taxes. It was dawning on me that I would never have to work again. So I needed something to do. Travel was out - I had no desire to see any more of the world then I already had - and business was out, too, because I had no aptitude for it. Nor had I any interest in politics, philanthropy, or the professions. The only thing left was self-indulgence... So I opted for that. For years my occupation, engineering consulting and troubleshooting for multinational construction companies, had taken me to rough places in distant parts of the world. The work had been physically and mentally challenging, frequently interesting, sometimes dangerous - and it had provided cover for pursuit of my secret passion, sex with young adolescent boys. Now I was free to give this infatuation my full time. The problem was American law. In recent decades, even as Americans had loosened the sexual mores of their personal lives, hysteria over what they called `sexual crimes against children' had gone to such absurd heights that for a man to even put an arm around a boy could be prosecuted as a crime. Pederasty had become linked in the public mind with the rape of small children. Highly publicized cases of Catholic priests and altar boys had resulted in criminal laws with such draconian penalties that any contact with a youngster, even a friendly casual one, risked censure, prosecution or even blackmail. I considered relocation to another country where boy love might be tolerated or ignored, and though I was familiar with several from my travels I rejected the idea. I was an American. American boys were my favorites and I wanted to stay in my own country. Cultivating boys openly through sports or community activities might be impossible in the current climate, but stealth and clandestine operations remained as a challenging, even exciting alternative, so I went to work on plans. First, I needed a base. When I had parceled and sold off my grandfather's farm the farmhouse along with a barn and land around it had been retained for future use, possibly as a summer place or long-term investment. But it was no good for the purpose I had in mind - too old, there was no cellar and it was isolated, which was bad, too. Isolation attracts rather than deflects attention. I needed a place where I would blend in, something with up to date plumbing, modern electricity, and a cellar. Research in home listing on the Internet provided me with alternatives all over the country and after purchasing an old but serviceable van, I spent several pleasant months tracking them down, enjoying at the same time various encounters with boys I met at local malls. The house I eventually settled on was in a part of the USA I had always liked, on a quiet street in pleasant affluent surroundings. There was a patio, a nice backyard pool and sufficient lawn and garden space for privacy without being conspicuous. The community was up in a range of hills, well above the local water table, so the house was on a solid foundation with a dry cellar. About a third of the basement was taken up by a laundry area and two-car garage. The rest, a space of about 20 by 30 feet, had been elegantly finished as a family entertainment area, complete with wide screen TV, surround sound, a snack counter and toilet facilities. The real estate agent who toured me through the place showed off all this with great pride, obviously considering it one of the prime features of the house. It was the first thing I ripped out once I took possession. I took my time with the job, about a month, and at the same time got used to the area, establishing myself with the neighbors as a divorced single, working out of my house as an online investor. It was a serviceable cover story, elastic enough to fit my sporadic comings and goings, and safe even if I met a real investment broker because I had sufficient knowledge of international construction companies to claim it as my particular area of speculative dabbling. With the carpeting and drywall thrown away, the cellar stripped to its cinderblock walls and only the studs in the partition around the toilet left in place, it was time to call in a contractor. Rather than use someone local who would certainly gossip, I worked a deal with a large, anonymous outfit from a nearby city. The cover story to the neighbors was repairs on the foundation and the pool. The cover story to the contracting firm was that I was a survivalist who wanted something resembling a fallout shelter. The job took them a week and when it was finished, new cinderblock walls subdivided the cellar space. There were now two rooms, one eight by seven, left plain, and another, eight by twelve, which was finished off with carpet, drywall, acoustic ceiling, and a wide screen TV entertainment system along one of the long walls. Between these two rooms, with a door from each, was a bathroom with sink, toilet and a shower/tub combination. The doors were heavy steel, equipped with deadbolt locks and fitted into heavy steel frames. Two more heavy lockable metal doors, one in each room, gave independent access. The remainder of the cellar, roughly 12 by 20 plus the space around the stairs with entry to the garage and laundry, was left unobstructed. With heavy construction out of the way I proceeded to furnishings, moving everything in along with what I bought for the rest of the house. The small 7 x 8 room got a wardrobe cabinet and a plain single bed, both from a secondhand furniture warehouse. Nothing else was needed there, but the larger finished room got fancier treatment. There, too, I put in a wardrobe, double the size of the other cabinet, plus a king-size waterbed and wooden shelving opposite the bed to hold all the entertainment equipment. The bathroom had been fitted with both a water massage shower nozzle and a Jacuzzi tub. To this I added shower curtains, towels, supplies of soap and shampoo in various scents, along with toothpaste, toothbrushes, combs, hairbrushes, skin lotions, deodorant, body spray and whatever else caught my eye in the aisles at Walgreen's. In the big 12 x 30 foot area I covered the floor with the kind of interlocking rubber mats used in weight rooms, bought used at a secondhand sporting goods store in the same nearby city where I had found the building contractor. I also obtained a weight bench for flat or incline presses, sets of dumbbells, 400+ pounds of weights complete with two Olympic bars and a cage that could be used for a variety of exercises including squats,. Only a fool, or an institution getting a quantity discount, buys this sort of thing new. Despite being secondhand it was all in perfect condition. With the free weights installed in the far end of my workout space by the door to the small room, I looked for a good cable machine that would complete my equipment. This was harder to find second hand because the moving parts deteriorate, but the store finally located a solid, four-station universal gym with an incline board for sit-ups. It fit nicely at the other end of the workout area and left ample space in between for aerobics, boxing, wrestling, tumbling or any other training that might prove interesting. As a final touch I installed three pull-up bars, one in the workout area and one in each of the bedrooms, all suspended from overhead joists with heavy bolted hardware. This completed the heavy equipment and, after adding a few odds and ends such as arm curl bars and a dumbbell rack, I tested everything with a week of hard, twice-a-day workout sessions relieved by swimming and tanning in my pool. Except for a few adjustments that I made in the lighting, my arrangements worked fine. Several nights spent in each of the two bedrooms confirmed that the mattresses were comfortable and the ventilation more than adequate. It was time now to find a companion who would share all this with me. See what happens in: 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!