Date: Sat, 5 May 2001 17:15:58 -0700 (PDT) From: Zane Green Subject: Underground Angel-Above Ground-Part 2 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. Underground Angel: Above Ground : Part 2 by Zane Hunter Green A boy stood in the Headmaster's office, arrogantly casting his eyes around the walnut walls, bearing photographs, some in sepia of classes from years gone by. If you looked closely some of the youthful fresh faces were the child roots of men who played with the world's destiny. This boy knew to take it all in without showing it impressed him. His parents were society. The Mother in her tailored suit handed a banker's note to pay for their son's tuition. Everything was in order, the boy, Noah Lankwell had a health certificate that was up to date, and accordingly was born in Montreal, which accounted for the fact he didn't have a New York accent. He appeared to be a confident boy, and certainly was handsome, well developed for a boy of thirteen, but at that age boys ranged from the girlishness of a boy like Sascha who surpassed any other pretty boy the headmaster had ever seen. Sascha had so far kept his distance, by staying out of trouble. Then there was Rod who already shaved, and was taller than most of the teachers. As the Headmaster gazed at the boy's records from his last school everything looked promising. He was apparently a good student and played outstanding soccer and baseball. The Headmaster then walked from behind his corporate-style desk, shook his hand with the new student, and then asked his secretary to call over the intercom-requesting Rod to his office. He decided that Rod would be the one to take the new boy around, and show him the ropes. The parents looked relieved as they handed over the care of their son. They were probably on their way back to Europe. That was the type of boys that attended this school. The scions of society, left in the care of others who mostly served for the monetary value of caring for the youth that would someday be the leaders of tomorrow-was it any wonder? There were a few scholarship kids to look good on the books, but for the most part the spoiled and neglected. In some ways the boys in reform schools were easier to deal with. As the Headmaster watched the new boy walk off with Rod, he thought to himself that the honeymoon period for Sascha would now be over. They were always careful with the newest until new ranks were formed. When Sascha needed a shoulder to cry on he would be there for him. He wondered if the gantlet for Sascha would be a good work over as in being jumped and beat up, or would the boy be used sexually as well. He guessed it would be the later. He also guessed that Sascha would like it as long as he wasn't hurt physically. He was that type of boy. He didn't plan to interfere until he was called on. To the world at large he would always state that his school was a peaceful place, where boys grew up to be men. There was a reason why men who were slightly ruthless succeeded, and the majority of his boys did very well. Sascha was drawing an inverted ellipse in his notebook. Class had not yet started so he was filling time. All of the sudden he got a chill as if he were back on his Island Hertanops, he was in the hills and snakes were coiled below him. He had to tread through the snakes to keep his pact, they were starting to nip at his feet, and the curved lines of his drawing became the snakes, thousands of them. One with beady eyes griped his hand a refused to let go. There was only one choice left he would have to feed the snakes with his most beloved rat, the one that had followed him home from New York. No New York was a thousand miles away. Why should he feel the chills from the snake dance? Then he looked up and saw Rod and a boy he had never seen before staring at him. His eyes caught and hooked with the new one as swiftly the moment passed. There was no reason why this new boy should carry the mark of Heranops. His imagination was working over time. Rod got the classes attention. "This is Noah, Noah these nerds are the 7th graders." "Hey man," said Patrick. "So where are the girls?" asked Noah. They pointed to Sascha "We have one over there!" Karl pointed out as snickers were heard. Sascha his hands into a fist impotently. He wasn't about to fight. "Want a date Sascha?" Karl asked. "Of course he does." Mentioned Patrick. "Recess today Sascha, we have plans for you." Sneered Karl, "You better be there." The new boy smiled to himself at the observation that things were proceeding quickly. He didn't even have to start the chain of action. He stopped then and looked at Sascha, in a kind voice he said "Hello Sascha, It is nice meeting you." The teacher walked in and class started…for once Sascha couldn't pay attention, there were too many eyes staring at him summing him up, and as he started to spin his web of protection there was something new, a new element blocking him. Only Yarrow could block him, and Yarrow was dead. It never had happened before. He must be growing weaker. He shuttered; he had to stay strong for Kurt. If he lost all his powers he would have to go home. He raised his hand to use the restroom. "Yes Sascha?" "May I be excused Sir?" "Is it an emergency young man, we are just about to start class, you could have gone before I started." "Hold your piss in Sascha, or is your weiner too small." Karl whispered. "I I have to go," he stammered. "Then hurry up." The teacher commanded. Once again the eyes of the others followed him making his steps self-conscious. When he got into the bathroom he went into the last stall, sat on the toilet and tested his voice, a sweet quiet treble filled the air. He still had it! He was almost afraid it was gone. As long as he could sing he could protect himself. He pulled down his pants to pee in the toilet. He always went during class now as the last time when there had been other boys there, he had to listen to remarks about how small he was, and didn't he need help, and they had bets that he sat when he peed, and they pushed him, gripping his pants so that he in the middle of relieving himself couldn't stop in time and he wet the pants that was pushed against his groin, than how they teased him about wearing diapers. He learned quickly that boys could be cruel. He placed a hand around the joint of his firm little penis. Kurt loved it, and always told him it was perfect. He stroked it felling the good tender feelings that were of comfort. He never heard the door open and then close quietly. He continued to stroke what was his. When he was finished he went to wash his hands. The face in the mirror that reflected his image startled him. He did not look like anyone else, more like an antique doll. His eyes were truly violet, too pretty a color for eyes. His lashes were long, his brows arched lines. He found himself being hypnotized into his own eyes. Were they that seductive that he had a hard time pulling away? No wonder even Kurt would stare at him for hours. It wasn't fair that he wasn't normal in any way. He never realized it before having no contact with other children. He reluctantly walked the hallway back to his classroom. Once again the chill of being watched and examined, and that other feel almost like someone was playing with his mind. Sascha figured he would have to hide in the school library with a book. He didn't dare go outside, yet a knot of butterflies warned him to get it over with, this school had it's own snake dance, and he had to be tested and initiated. He had survived Yarrow and then the subway system. He would make these boys love him to if he had to; it was an easy thing to do, turn their lust and distrust of him into love. He knew that he couldn't hide the rest of the year. It's just that he hated to infiltrate other's minds it was getting harder to do. Loving Kurt had given him a conscience. After lunch he decided to hide in the library after all. It was unfortunate when the Headmaster told the boys that it was such a beautiful day that he was extending their recess time and the school library was off limits as a teacher's meeting had been called. Mrs. Singer, the oldest teacher in the school had outside duty alone, and she was known to sleep under her dark sunglasses on the shaded bench she wouldn't move from the spot until the bell rang. Sascha was on his own. He thought about staying in the mist of the post-retirement Latin teacher, but he was already called the wimp of the year. They would tease him telling him that he needed a babysitter. He decided that tomorrow he would beg Kurt to take him out of this school. Today he just had to survive the next hour. He walked off towards the soccer field, deciding he would just watch the impromptu game that had started. If he sat on the grass and minded his own business he was sure no would be as if invisible. He really didn't understand other boys. As he cleared the bushes, he heard "Get him" Hands reached out covered his mouth and he squirmed to get out of the stronger arms around him. These were not just the other thirteen-year-olds, but a group of a few older boys. His kicking was getting him nowhere, there were just more hands and a firmer grip, and he didn't even know most of his attackers. He was pulled through the bushes to the old sporting equipment shed where it had been unlocked and cleared out a few days ago. His teeth sank into the hand around his jaw. "No no baby, don't do that or we will have to hurt you good, just relax we're going to have a little fun, and you're going to love it!" Before he could scream his displeasure, his pants and briefs were yanked off. He felt hands crawling around his groin, someone yanking his prink but in such a way as to start bringing him pleasure. His balls were being handled and squeezed. His lips were being kissed a tongue lacing his mouth so even if he wanted to protest there wasn't a way. He felt a sharp pain from behind as a few fingers were inserted in his rectum, and then the glow that Kurt brought him happened swiftly. "This boy has a big hole for a little boy doesn't he?" Someone said, "I go first. They bent him over a weight bench. He still had hands jerking him from below as the penetration started, waves of ecstasy had him shaking, there was no pain just complete pleasure until the amount of hard dicks ramming into him made him numb. He heard the squeaky door open and close a number of times so he had no idea if he was pleasuring half of the school. Finally he heard the bell ring; the boys whooped and ran off. He collapsed on the floor half-delirious from the work out and sensations he had experienced. He had no idea what happened to his clothes, at one point his shirt had been yanked off of him and he remember his nipples being probed and pulled and pinched, along with the rest of his body. "He started to cry, out of the sheer sensations, and the fact that he loved it, he would give anything to have another prick plug him up again. Just one more, while he could think. "Sascha, are you alright? It was the new boy Noah. "He had opened the shed and the light crossed over like a line cleaning him as he still wiggled on the floor having lowered himself off the press-bench." He just looked up too embarrassed to say anything. "This happened to me at my last school, they got carried away though. With you it's just that you're so damn sexy. Look you got to get your shit together and go back to class. They won't do it again. I won't let them. You're going to be my boyfriend, and I don't share okay?" "I, I" Noah bent over and gave him a hand-up, then gathered his clothes and helped him dress. When he looked almost presentable Noah made him stop and gave him a chaste kiss on his cheek. "Don't worry mate, I will take good care of you." Sascha never saw the smile the Noah gave as he turned his back to him to pull up his zipper. Or the way Noah mouthed to himself the silent words, "You are now mine Sachass"