Date: Sat, 28 Apr 2001 08:25:02 -0700 (PDT) From: Zane Green Subject: Underground Angel-Above Ground-Part 1 Copyright Notice: the author copyrights this story and the author retains all rights. Expressly prohibited is placing this story at a for pay site. It is a fantasy, and is not about anyone real. It has minor characters, and is intended only for a mature audience. Comments are very welcome and appreciated at ZaneG7@excite.com Flames will go up in smoke. I would like to thank those who wrote to tell me that I really didn't finish this story, they were right so here goes more... Underground Angel-Above Ground: Part 1 by Zane Hunter Green Redar leaned over in the rattan chair and addressed the committee "Never trust a man with a small prick to get a job done right." He said in his condescending demure way to talking. The others had to strain to hear him. The somberly dressed men contrasted with the tropical view outside. Beds of dazzling flowers rolled up the northern hillside, a tranquil sea could be seen on the south side. Oren still suffering from jetlag started to bend over to check that he was still of average size, as Redar hissed "Yarrow let the boy slip through our fingers. Although, Yarrow is no great lose, he bragged incessantly when he deflowered the boy. We all know that had been power hungry for years hoping to replace me someday as Prime minister of the Island. "So where is Sascha now?" asked Claytone "I understand that he is residing in New York. He lives with some man, and is trying to fit in. Poor boy, he is under a strange delusion that he can elude his appointed fate. He is now attending school like any normal boy, and living with a man who fawns all over him, and supports him. I'm afraid that Sascha had been reading too many fairy tales, and comedies. How he figured that every thing so quickly ends happily ever after is beyond me. He should know better than that, he is not a fool." Redar reported. "So are we to get him and bring him back?" Asked Oren hopefully already thinking about the date he had made with the man Sascha was living with. "Eventually, but I want him to learn what it's like to have your dream collapse first. I want him to fall out of love. He needs to come back cynical and weary of the world. We can't have a prince, who is an idealist, now can we." Redar stated. "So how do you suggest doing this, sir?" Asked Claytone as he picked a piece of lint off his suit. "I have several plans. I'll introduce you to one of them." Redar called out. "You may enter now." He instructed someone in the adjacent meeting room A boy sauntered in; like an array of all the missing color. He was dressed in a peacock blue polo shirt, and cream colored shorts showing off long muscular legs. His wavy ebony hair refracted the light, and he had deep blue eyes that almost matched the color of his shirt.. He was both striking and athletic. There was an almost wicked gleam in his eye as he looked at Redar, but he quickly covered it up as he looked placidly at the others. "This is my grandson, Noterah." Redar announced. "He has grown Redar. What a fine boy you have." Claytone admitted in awe. "We have not seen him since he went away when he was a toddler." The boy seemed to relish the attention of the men. He saw their eyes trace downward so he deliberately rubbed his aroused cock. He was a little stud who wanted to baste in the light denied him because of this other boy. He was sick of hearing about the great little beautiful Sascha who he would someday have to serve. "Noterah should have been the reader as he was born first, it was too bad that Sascha was expected. Little flaws could be overlooked, they have been before." Redar caught himself before he said anymore. "Does Sascha know how the next reader will be selected?" Asked Claytone. "No, he was never told, why should he have been?" Stated Redar in his quiet deadly monotone. "Yarrow knew, didn't he. He tried to get Sascha to fall in love with him. We all know that he worked hard at turning the boy into a lover of men." "Yes he worked something very hard to do that, I remember how Sascha walked bowlegged for a week, and we pretended that we didn't notice." admitted Claytone. Redar looked over at his grandson reminding Claytone to watch his words. " So, Sascha's time with that prick in New York is limited, what's his name anyway? Asked Claytone. "Kurt" Oren replied proud that he knew something that Claytone didn't know, and there was something that Redar had no idea either, the fact that Kurt had given him a blow job. "Listen why don't you send me back to New York?" "Maybe we should re-assign you to New York Oren, you seemed to have a good time while you were there." Redar looked at Oren wondering what it had been like for Kurt to jack him. Oren could prove useful and he was too stupid to know that he had been planted with a camera as had Sascha. Even on the Island the images of Kurt had been seen, humping in his house, and the subway tunnels. Unfortunately Sascha had figured out how to have the taps removed. "Noah has been enrolled in Sascha's school. He will then have the opportunity to get to know our boy much better." "Who is Noah?" asked Claytone "That is what Noterah is to be called. Sascha is trying to pass as a normal boy, well two can play at this game." "Poor Sascha, he doesn't know what he's in for does he? Claytone muttered. "No, and we will leave it like that. Noah leaves for New York tomorrow where he will reside with a pair of trained agents, a male and female that will act like his parents. Noah, young as he is has also been well trained. He would have made Yarrow weep to see him in action. Noah spent his time training in deception and counter fighting while the soft little Sascha was off reading his books." Noah looked at the old man with disgust. He would play along but he had his own plans. The older generation had no imagination or guts. He didn't owe them anything. He would agree to go along with them on the surface but only as long as it suited him. That sissy-boy they spoke of, Sashass. He would break his heart and then send him to hell where he belonged. Then Claytone remembered that Redar had started the meeting by stating that you should never to send a man with a small prick to do a man's job, well Noah could hardly be endowed in that way at his age. Well maybe he was large for a boy, but still. Perhaps this was now a game for boys. Sascha needed to be tested, it was their way. Part of him hoped that the boy wouldn't fail. The other hoped to help clean up the broken pieces. Readers had to be perfect, and strong. Sascha always seemed to be too sensitive. I took a sip of my coffee and turned to Sash who was reading the business section of the Sunday New York Times. There was a streak of newsprint on his nose. Aries lay next to him snoring as only a content Great Dane could. Sash put down the newspaper and looked up at me with his expressive violet eyes. There was something about Sash that always sent a shock through my system. It was those eyes. They glowed with a sparkle of joy. Even if his features had been coarse his eyes would have made him exceptional, but he was the most beautiful being I had ever seen. . I opened my arms and he moved so I could hug him against me. I could never have enough of him. "Are you happy Sash?" I asked him. "Yes Kurt, this is what I always wanted. He turned and pressed his delicate nose into mine," "You need to shave?" He said as he sneezed. "I do, yes I guess I'm lazy today, I had a cowboy riding me all night." I thought about the night before: We had stayed up late watching classic monster videos. Sash was full of energy. All during the movies I had my arm around him, and we were doing what some would call making out. He could use his hands like a little hooker; they pulled into the fabric of my jeans as a hungry mouth met mine. His breath was hot and sweet. His tongue made the suggestions of what he wanted me to do to him as it stabbed into my mouth searching and moving into the hot bed of my mouth. I couldn't stand it; I wanted to join with him. I threw off the TV, and took his hand pulling him to his feet, moving up the stairs my body pushing his. Upstairs I picked him up and tossed him on my bed, where he lay a smile on his face, waiting. I took off my own clothes and he gave an uneven sigh of excitement when he saw the sweet beast that pointed to him. My purple-headed cock was engorged with my need for him. I got on top of him straddling him as I pulled down his pants and almost yanked off his shirt. He was smooth and lovely his chest breathing quickly up and down, his pretty little penis as hard as a rod, but not as hard or powerful as mine. He was mine to possess. I spun him over and put my index finger into the crack of his greedy little bottom, that swallowed it. I could feel his muscles pulling my probing finger into his anus. The place where I could join with him, after the surface was stretched, and his hole gaping enough to let me inch my way into him. I gently raised him on his haunches in such a way I had observed Aries. This was my little human pooch in the fuck position that placed his asshole in the air so I could ease into him gently. At the end when he pressed his hand into mine I would I looked at his hand contrasted with mine. His was still smooth and delicate. My hands were roughened to the world. Men's hands I realized that he was finger spelling. Perhaps this was something that he couldn't ask in the words that you hear yourself say out loud. "IS IT WRONG TO RUN AWAY FROM RESPONSIBILITY WHEN YOU KNOW THAT IT MIGHT TAKE THE THINGS YOU LOVE THE MOST?" He spelled. "What Sash?" "MY EYES, MY HEART, MY MIND, YOU" "Sweetheart, I won't let anything happen to you." "PROMISE?' `I promise." Then he giggled and became light hearted again. I had asked Len about these episodes and Len said that they probably came from his former abuse. That using the idea of being a Prince and having a book was his way of protecting himself. I wondered if one of his parents had been deaf, and that's how he learned to sign. He had told me the tale of a blind father. I was starting to place these stories into fantasy. I knew I should feel guilty that I was having sex with him, but he always initiated it and seemed to need it. Len reminded me that the best sex of his life had been when he was thirteen, and his lover was eighteen, well I was hardly a teenager, but I too had been having sex at a young age. It was easy to cast aside the strange events in the subway tunnel. Sash had become a normal, though extraordinary boy in my eyes. " I wish it wasn't Sunday." Sash said as he sat cradled in my arms. "Why not." "Cause I have to go to school tomorrow." He answered. "Is it that bad, is it hard for you? I could keep you home." "No, it's ok I suppose, the work is pretty easy." "Are the other kids treating you ok?" "Yes, I guess so." "Well if they're not you tell me I'll go in and bop them all. You know Sash if you ever want to invite one of your classmates over, that would be fine." He shrugged his shoulders. I was wondering if sending him to school was a mistake. Perhaps I should have had a tutor come to the house, but a tutor might snoop around, and I could hardly let him stay home by himself or go to work with me everyday. I figured a private school with a range of boys would be a tolerable environment for my Sash. So far he hadn't complained. I held him tighter against me, as if I could shield him from any kind of pain. He giggled and I ended up tickling him. "Can we go out for brunch Kurt?" He asked "Anything, your every wish is my command." "Oh yea, then you are getting me tickets to see Chas Carts and Fall from Grace." "Is that a movie or a rock group?" "A group, they'll be at Madison Square Garden" "You're getting too New Yorkized Sash, well I'll see what I can do." We went down the street to a small bistro that served a fantastic Sunday brunch, I watched Sash play with his eggs Florentine as others walked in always watching him. He was beautiful. He was staring at the centerpiece of tropical flowers as if they reminded him of something. He took his eyes away and reached over for the drink I had just set down. He took a few sips of my mimosa and smiled up at me. "Hi Sascha" the waiter, an out of work actor greeted him, as he started to clear the table. "They are always looking for boy models at my agency you know." Sash smiled back, and laughed. "I'm not interested Ted but let me know if they need trained rats. "I'm an animal trainer." "Well you've trained the beast in me" Ted admitted. After we ate we went home and got Aries so we could walk him over to the dog run at Central Park. It was a perfect day. Sunny, and warm. The sun streamed in a cloudless sky broken only by the roar of the busy mechanical birds above. The throngs of people arriving and leaving in the sky harbors of the city. Noah pressed his nose against the jet window as the skyline of Manhattan appeared. "It's Smaller than I thought it would be" he turned to Oren who was sitting beside him. "Does my American accent sound ok" "Sounds great to me Noah." " Good, but then what would you know asshole." He mumbled to himself " So when do I meet the great Sashass?" "Tomorrow, you will be starting at his school tomorrow. You better not keep calling him that, you might say it accidentally." "Oh don't worry, I will have every under control." The view got larger as the plane made it's final decent. "So Sashass, you forgot to include me in your story. I should have been the reader fag,. Not you!" Noah slipped his feet back into his shoes so he was ready to hightail it off the plane as soon as it was cleared for landing at a back runway at JFK where private planes could use the space. As he put his right foot in his unlaced sneaker he looked at the narrowed sock. Four toes, four toes. A reader had to be perfect.