RobsulVA
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Part 1
George climbed out of the front-loader - he'd just finished loading 20 bags of concrete into the workboat and he prepared to head back out to the island. This should be the last trip, as Mac, his master had told him that with 20 cells, they had enough to stop building and start collecting. George stood tall, 6' 3" with a toned muscled body, and at age 26, he was strong enough to in intimidate just about anybody. But he never had to, tidewater Virginia, outside the crowded Hampton roads region was a sparsly populated region, and once you crossed north of the York River, the population consisted mostly of locals who commuted and weekend vacation home owners. And the Guinea Neck, a low lying peninsula region, was so low that the land was undesirable to developers. George gunned the boat engine and headed back out of Poquoson harbour, heading north to the island that was his and Mac's home. he'd met Mac via the internet, a BDSM forum on compuserve in the early days, and mac provided the perfect outlet for George's expression of his dark D/s desires. It had not been long before he'd committed himself to a life as Mac's slave, and although only 15 when they had their first encounter, the sexual energy between them had sustained the relationship for many years.
Mac had persuaded him to run away from home - escaping the step-father who seemed to constanttly berate him, and the mother who always seemed too drunk to care. Mac had become his protector and master, treating him very well. Although only 15 at the start, George knew enough to realize that as a gay couple in rural Virginia, their relationship had to be concealed. Mac's island home - if you could call it an island, was a spot of land consisting of about 20 acres, surrounded by a mixture of marsh and shallow water, that Mac had inherited from his parents - part of a larger 300+ acre parcel that had been in the family for generations. Mac lived on the island - in a house he built with his dad in his youth, and though low lying and subject to wind and floods, the island was high enough that the thick eastern scrub pines that grew on the island completely hid the house and central cleared 5 acrea are from site. And as if the snake infested swamp was not enough, Mac raised and kept a pack of 10-15 pit bulls on the island, a menacing force that quickly scared off anyone who ventured close to shore. Mac truly had a totally private enclave, and with George's labor, they'd been working for 5 years on the project - the project which would at least be finished.
Arriving back at the island, George loaded the bags of concrete and the steel rebar he had purchase unto a cart attached to an ATV, and drove to the center of the island - quickly vanishing into the thick scrub pine. Arriving at the center, George paused to admire the structur they had completed - it resembled the ammunition storage domes at the nearby naval base - rising from the earth, a long lump - about a 6-7 foot rise, covered with shrubs, - even from the air, no one would realize that the mound on what appeared to be a farm/fishing compound concealed the 20 cell prison and dungeon that Mac and George had constructed. But beneath the covering earth - a reinforced concrete roof that was a foot thick - supported by 3 foot thick reinforced concrete walls - there lay a masterfully designed complex - a long central hall - with 10 cells on each side - each with walls a foot thick and also strengthened by reinforced steel bars. In each cell - a concrete bed, with steel rings afixed to each corner - and similar steel rings spread around the walls - perfect devices for securing the collection the would son be acquiring. each cell also had a concrete toilet, a concrete sink - feed by a single faucet, and a lightbulb built into a steel mesh protected compartment in the ceiling . The solar system on the island, supplemented by a diesel generator, gave the island facilities all the power needed.
At the end of the central hall - a large room -as big as 6 cells, stood - afixed with all the tools and devices a BDSM dungeon master would want. While Mac did not work, theincome afforded by rental income paid by his sharecroppers who farmed his land on the coast across from his island, and the fees paid by the crabbers and oysterment who paid for exclusive access to the swampy waters around his island, gave mac considerable wealth, so Mac had spared no expense. of course george recognized each implement and tool only too well - mac had insisted that he test each one on George - but it was a pleasure George embraced - since joining Mac on the island at age 15, his only exposure to the outside world had been on shopping trips to shore - and his fear of exposure as a gay had insured he did not seek to befriend anyone. George was his life, he adored George, and when George fucked him and brought him to orgasm - it only deepened the bond as slave for life to Mac.
But time passes on, and Mac and George realized that George would outlive Mac, so together they had made a plan to build a place where George could have his own collection of slaves - an idea they'd found on the internet. When the last concrete was poured and set, the complex would be complete - then the time to gather a collection of slaves would begin...
to be continued
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