Date: Thu, 19 Apr 2001 17:56:08 -0700 (PDT) From: Zane Green Subject: UnderGround Angel-14 This work is fictional. None of the characters are based on real people. Please do not read if you are not of legal age or Adult-Youth stories get your zebra or any other animal you think of. Comments can be directed to ZaneG7@Excite.com and are greatly appreciate it. The author holds copyright. Underground Angel: Part Fourteen by Zane Hunter Green I wish that everyone in his lifetime could have a fantasy come true. That is what Sash had planned for me that night. How he had figured out one of mine out he would never tell me, First Sash reached up and kissed me on the lips, as I tried to kiss him back he pulled away. With an impish look on his face he told me" I am going into the bedroom to get ready." I started to follow him, and Sam appeared. "I never did get to talk with you, let's have a spot of tea together." "That's very kind of you Sam but I rather spend the time with Sascha." "The boy is busy right now, lets talk. I can tell you about the underground hotel." "What do you mean Sash is busy?" "Ahh, I think he's arranging a little surprise for you." I let Sam take me into a dining room. It was massive with old-stripped tables. "Where's the kitchen Sam?" He pointed to a hotplate in the corner of the room. "No Kitchen?" No that had been on the first floor, I just got the sub-basements. This area used to be a parking garage." "I see, for cars?" "No for the carriages." "And the tables?" "They were in storage down in the locker rooms, when they demolished the hotel, they never destroyed the basements." "I see, it is rather amazing. So who turned it into a submerged hotel?" "Me, I had help from the guys who lost their apartments while they served time in the big house." "You're criminals?" "No, we were mostly arrested for crimes against nature." "Oh." "Thinking about crimes against nature, here's one to turn a straight man, randy." Sash had re-entered the room. My mouth fell open when I looked at him; he was dressed in gray shorts with high white knee socks. He wore a cotton broad cloth shirt under a short navy jacket, around his neck was a short schoolboy's tie, he had a black belt around his narrow waist. He was wearing a gray beret with his chestnut hair spilling out in ringlets. He wasn't alone. Four men came with him; one had Sash by the arm. Sash looked like he was crying. I started to run to him when he winked and grinned, then went back to the look of misery and fear. He was acting for me. "We have a new little whore who needs to be broken in tonight, are you interested in joining our little poker game. The winner gets to spend the night with this boy and break in his cherry. He's very sweet isn't he? I don't remember ever having one like him before." "Sorry, I won't play a game where he gets hurt." "Then you're out of the action and will spend the night by yourself." "I I I promised that they can use me as the prize, please play Kurt, pleassee it is my only chance to be with you tonight." "Sascha, this is silly." "No I promised them, I don't break promises." "What are you going to do with him?" I asked trying to control my anger. One of the men explained. Well first we get to strip him. Who ever wins the hand gets to take an item of clothes off of him, then when he is completely nude who ever won the most hands has him for the night, gets to take his cherry." "But he's not a virgin." "Sascha may not have been, but in this fantasy, this boy is a virgin. His family sold him to the brothel today for a mere twenty dollars." "What! Twenty dollars?" "That is a lot of money these days, don't forget the country in the depression" said Sam So we were playing the 1930s. "How could they sell this child into prostitution?" I asked. "Sascha was nudged and he started to make up his story. He started slowly with tears in his eyes, My darling boy. "I I don't know what you're going to do to me tonight. I was told that I had to obey you. That I would be feed and provided with a bed. I've been living with my Ma and Pa sharing a room at my aunts, and there's too many of us. All my baby brothers and sisters. We've all been sleeping on a piece of old carpet on the floor. My Pa caught me doing some bad things, and he told me that I wasn't fit to be one of his, and in fact I wasn't anyway. I was a bastard, and he only put up with me cause he knew someday he'd be paid back because of his goodness for having me as an extra mouth to feed. When he caught me ahh touching my thing he lifted me up and said to me "Cunt boy it's time, I have a friend who knows some people that are interested in you." He had this outfit with him and he made my Momma curl my hair. She cried the entire time. I don't know why I'm so dressed up. I'm real good at cleaning up after the babies. I help clean for my Aunt too. I guess that's what you want me to do here in this nice big house, dust, and scrub and start to pay back the money you gave my Pa. He said that I'm going to work now, that I have to be a very good boy and do as I am told. I'm afraid that I'm not strong or clever enough, but I'll try real hard, when you tell me what my chores are." One of the men who I had never seen before answered Sash. "Boy, we didn't pay for you to clean this place, maybe years from now when you're older that will be your job. Right now you are going to learn how to entertain men." "I I don't know anything about doing that. I love to sing though, can I do that?" "Don't worry we plan to teach you everything you need to know. In fact we plan to start training you right now. We have some nice Gentlemen here who paid a sum of money to play a game." "What kind of game, I know stickball." "Do you know poker boy? "No, it's a card game isn't it. Are you gonna teach me to play it?" "Yep we're going to set you up high on the side table and you get to watch. In fact you have a big part in the game tonight as you are the pot." "The pot?" "The prize. As the game goes on you're going to lose something." "I don't have any money, I'm sorry." "Very cute, in fact you will first lose all of your clothes, each man who wins a hand will take an item from you until there is almost nothing left to take. Then whoever has the has the most clothes will win the grand prize." "I I will be undressed." "Yes, as part of the game." "Do you have any idea of what the grand prize will be?" "Nooo" "Well in other games the players want to get three cherries in a row, tonight there will be just one but what a sweet one it will be!" I wanted to stop this fantasy of Sash's but I had to admit that I was getting caught up in it. Plus I expected it had to be rigged so that I would win. I was so hot I was bulging and the game was just beginning. Sash was lifted up and placed on the sideboard. "Gentlemen the cards are hot and so is the little prize, the action is ready so lets deal the first hand. There were three others who sat down at the table. They leered over at Sash who was blushing as he stood up before us, his eyes cast down. I didn't know the man who was playing the dealer, and pimp. My poor boy, why was he doing this? A man with a dark mustache looked Sash up and down, "You said we would play for a boy. This one is too pretty to be a boy. Before we sat down the dealer told me to check out the merchandise. I was about to refuse. "You check him out or I'll send another over, make sure we have a little boy." I went over to Sash and my hand rubbed into his genitalia. His cocklet was pressing into my hand. I was glad that he really was aroused too. I could barely feel the tiny sac beneath. "It's a boy," I said." The first hand was passed out; I was facing three poker faces, which only changed when they looked lustfully at my boy. I didn't win the first hand. A flush beat my straight. I watched as another had Sash lift his foot and remove a shoe. It was hell. I took off a sock, and lost the belt, and jacket. I gained his pants with a full house. Now he stood there with just his underpants and it was tied between me and the one with the mustache. We both had four items. Sash was looking at me curiously. "You know this game wasn't rigged, if I win this hand I get him. We both lost, and I watched another a man with thinning sandy hair walk up to Sash and slide down his underwear. He started to cry as he was revealed before us everyone went up to him and touched him. Now it was a three-way tie. And the pot was his cherry. I decided that I would play aggressive no matter what happened. I would not share him. I looked at my cards, two twos one a club the other a spade. A ten an eight and a seven of hearts. I checked, we had to put clothes in to continue the sandy haired man raised two items. It was all or never now. My hands shook as I returned the twos. The man with the mustache returned one card and the sandy haired man, three. The other player folded. Sash was standing like a statue. I quickly looked at the new cards, and tried not to smile. It was a six and a nine of hearts! My Straight flush beat the four kings and the fullhouse that my opponents held. I went to the table lifted my Sash up and walked with him into the bedroom, my darling prize! "You did that for me didn't you Sash, you humiliated yourself for me, why?" I laid him carefully on the canopied bed and got down beside him. "You told me that I had to learn to play" Sash admitted "Oh honey, that wasn't what I meant for you to do." I told him. "You didn't like it?" "I loved it, but don't do it again, promise!" He looked up at me as if he was studying the situation. "I promise only if we finish it now, remember I have a cherry to lose, it may not be my physical one, Yarrow took that, but it is the real one, as you are the first one who ever made me feel anything. You are the one that I love." I took him in my arms and pulled him towards me, then as if he was the most innocent of virgins I went slowly into his being with my tongue, I tasted the pleasures of his scent, and used his bottom with the greatest of delicacy, making him wait patiently as one tender step followed another. It was many long hours until we were finished and my throbbing cock shriveled inside of him. I think I feel asleep first, but even our dreams seemed to touch each other this night.