Date: Mon, 2 Apr 2001 11:22:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Zane Green <ZaneG7@excite.com>
Subject: Underground Angel: Part Nine by Zane Hunter Green

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 Golden Skink or any other animal you think of. Comments can be directed
to ZaneG7@Excite.com and are greatly appreciated. I want to take a moment of
my writing space to remember a member of the Nifty family, Al, who will be
greatly missed. I also want to thank my two friends for gifting us with
their stories.

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I would have tried to break away from the vampish mob, but for the fact
Sascha was going to be brought here to this dismal semi-destroyed sub-way
car. The gang who was now ignoring me as they talked boisterously among
themselves blocked the doors of the subway car. I had been warned that the
irritating plastic wire that had been inserted in my nipple was an
explosive. I never heard of one that could be so tiny, but I figured I
better not take any chances. It was hurting like a perpetual bee sting. I
almost felt that there was a poisoned tip, perhaps I would be wiser to yank
it out, but they most likely would insert it in again. Although I hadn't
been physically restrained I knew I was outnumbered! I had been given a
black tee shirt, which rubbed abrasively against the nipple ring, and my own
jeans to put back on. Oddly no one checked the pockets and I could feel the
light bulge of my knife.

I sat down on one of the broken seats, and observed my captures. Mooncalf
was given some type of drug as a reward I figured for enticing me to follow
him. I had been so gullible, like a sheep following a wolf! . I began to
lose track of time as I sat there feeling sorry for myself. My eyes teared
from the smoke, and as I blinked them back, I saw the doors swing open.

 There he was, so small and lean as the cruel leader led him into the train,
yet such a precious vision. It was as if the rest of us were a crude
backdrop to his perfect youth and innocence. I didn't realize exactly how
beautiful he was as he was either covered with filth and soot, or being
stolen away from me. It was as if the rest of the sorted world faded away,
and there he was! The first time I clearly saw him.

His sapphire amethyst eyes looked at me fringed with lashes almost too long
and dark for a boy. His clear unblemished skin was a deep ivory with a blush
of pink. His lips were slightly open as if he were going to speak. They were
pink and carved, I never realized before that some boys have perfect lips,
the type that woman use lipstick to achieve, his were even more lush than
that! If only I could get up and kiss him!  His hair was a deep sherry
catching hints of gold. His nose was pert, and his cheeks were dimpled, he
was beyond words. Beyond what I remembered anyway, he was physically
perfect, maybe almost too girlish for most people's taste, but more eternal
than any living creature should be. What did I really know about him, except
he was endlessly fascinating and in trouble, and I was helpless to do
anything but stare at him!

" Hello Kurt, I am sorry that you have to be here." He said with the poise
one expected in a much older child. "Yarrow told me that you would help me
recover my box."

"Sascha, I will do what ever I can, you just tell me what you want me to
do?"

"I have to get the box and return it to Yarrow. I don't have a choice"

Finally the man who I loathed with every fiber of my being spoke.

"As you know Kurt, you have been wired with plastics, if you blow who will
morn the lost of one less gay. Sascha has always carried a laser
transmitter, which feeds back video and other transmissions. We know that he
has made friends here in the sub-world of the tunnels. I am afraid that he
might use his friends to try and protect him, as well as the four-legged
vermin, which vastly outnumber us. I happen not to like rats, but I know he
would not turn them on you. Sascha has a little talent; he can communicate
with animals, and somehow hypnotize them as well. It was fine when we were
friends, right Sascha?, and we were very good friends as we will be again
someday when he realizes that I have only his best interest at heart. He
choose you to make me jealous, otherwise you mean nothing to him.  He won't
let anything happen to you because we play a little game, if he hurts one of
my pawns I lose, if something happens to one of his selected men I win, and
he hates to lose. He is just using you in this little war game we play."

"Don't believe him Kurt it's not true." Sascha said softly.

"Oh yes, it's true, I would tell you more but time is being wasted! If
you're still in one piece later maybe I'll tell you the rest, about my
little boy with the appetites of a man." Yarrow roughly replied.

My brain was doing somersaults.

"We are also afraid that if we go to get the box with him, Sascha will find
a way to lose us and himself in the tunnels. When he ran away we think it
was so he could slowly starve to death down here. Don't think we didn't
figure that out Sascha. We know what you were thinking about. You then Kurt,
are our insurance policy that he will bring the box back if he wants to see
you stay alive and he wants to try and win this little battle."

"What is in the box?" I asked.

" Nothing of use or interest to you, only our people would even recognize it
for what it is, so do not concern yourself with it." Yarrow stated.

"Why me then? I have the right to know that." I insisted.

"Sascha picked you, as long as he wants you and you cooperate with us you
stay alive."

"Who are you, where are you from?"

"Just an organization. Don't worry we are not affiliated with any one
particular country, Now will you help him find his box?"

"I looked again at Sascha wanted to see a tactical monster, I knew if I got
out of here I would have to read about the tribunals or people like them but
now all I could see was a young boy who needed my help."

"Come-on Sascha, I'm ready to do whatever you need. Let's go back down into
the tunnels."

"Remember, the explosives lodged in your breast are radio controlled over a
far range. This Yarrow creep then had the door opened for us. I walked out
of the train unto the track followed by Sascha. Once we were outside he
whispered that we had to follow the cement ledge leading away from the
storage area of Grand Central Station, and down a ramp into a lower level. .

"Sascha started to hum, then he lifted my hand and he signed and finger
spelled. "I am so sorry that I got you into this. If I start to hum it is
because it interferes with their voice transmission. If we have something
important to say figure spell, what I say out loud will be what I want them
to hear."  "WE ARE GOING TO AN UNUSED RAIL. DO YOU HATE ME?"

"YES" I said out loud to him, as I finger spelled "I love you."

He spelled back "When we get to the caves, they will not be able to track
us. They do not know about the caves. "I HATE YOU TOO" Then he finger
spelled "I love you too."

I spelled back "This is not how I expected to spend our first date, or is it
our second, I guess this must be the tunnel of love." THEN WHY AM I HELPING
YOU?

"Very funny, but true!" BECAUSE YOU DON"T WANT TO DIE"

I spelled, "The only way I'd die now is if you break my heart" I DON'T WANT
TO DIE"

"Same here, he fingered spelled "I love you too much. YOU WON'T DIE IF YOU
HELP ME FIND THE BOX" Spelling again "Will you kiss me?"

"NOW?"

"NO" spelling "When we get to the caves"

"Are we at the caves yet?"

"No"

The tunnel shaft was dim and the only sounds we could hear were the distant
rattle of the active subway, and the rustle of rats. We stepped over a few
boxes with a moth eaten blanket, obviously someone's home site.

"WAIT!" and then he fingerspelled, "I have an idea, I want to make Yarrow
jealous so he won't use good judgment."

"WHAT IS IT?"

"Make love to me, please Kurt."

"Here?"

"Yes"

"Won't they see us"

"Not well, the lighting is too poor." Sash decided that this was what he
wanted. I was physically close to him, all of the time trying to ignore my
deep attraction. I didn't care what he was or that we were deep in the murky
world of an abandoned subway line, I figured we were somewhere under Central
Park. If he wanted me I was ready to explore that other tunnel of his which
I had spent the entire walk along the ledge trying to ignore, it was
difficult to do, as he had gently backed into me more than once, until I
realized that it wasn't accidental.

There were dim lights cast overhead, and a cement platform that was evident
of usage long ago. This twilight world made me think of every Sci-fi flick I
had ever seen where the world suffered from nuclear fallout. The dim horror
of the idea made Sascha, and the idea of loving him somehow burn even more
brightly. No one was promised tomorrow, but here was one who wanted to give
me heaven and all its promised sweetness.

"Come here honey, let me take care of you."

He pressed closer to me. I could smell the brush of lemon blossoms, sweet,
and enticing. I felt I should not fully undress either of us in the layers
of dust so I told him that if I were to make love to him as he desired we
would remain standing up."

"Okay good, Kurt, tell me what I have to do."

I took his lean, artistic hand and walked him over to a freestanding column.
There I leaned against him, and I stole a kiss from his lips, his response
was instant. As I savored him licking and kissing his mouth my hand slide
down and pressed into his groin. I felt a very hard and erect little penis
through the fabric of his jeans. I wanted to feel the warm flesh of it; not
just it's form. I quickly unzipped him as he took a shallow breath. I
enclosed his small very erect member in my hand knowing I was as hard as he
was. With my free hand I seeked his, and led it downward so he too could
play with me as I played with him. I unzipped myself, and I felt his warm
hand start to explore my steel edged cock as a few drops of pre-cum leaked
out in anticipation of reaching his most private place.

"Oh, oh Kurt, that feels so good to me, but I want you to fuck me. I mean
really fuck me"

" Where did you learn such a word?"

"Don't be silly it was the first English word I ever learned."

"How old were you when you learned English?"

"Four"

"We are not even going there."

"I didn't know what it meant, only I would get a laugh when I said it, I
know now though everything it means, and I want you to do it to me."

 I don't know Sash, maybe it's not a good idea, I mean here, I dream about
loving you, I can't get out of my mind the time I showered with you, but I
see us under a waterfall on a deserted beach at sunset, hardly in a dim and
filthy unused rail track. And now you know how much I want my cock isn't
normally hard for no reason, but I keep telling myself that you are a boy,
just a boy, and well hardly just any boy. I have never known any like you
before, but you're too young for this."

 Sash finger spelled, "Trust me Kurt, it will get their attention, and make
Yarrow uneasy, and off guard, besides I really want you very very badly now.
Kurt even I know that romance thing you're telling me about is just a
cliche, and I am not just a boy, I'm a person. I want you to help me, belief
me I know it sounds odd, but if you fuck ahh sodomize me it will help, see I
even know the technical term"

"Sash, against my better judgement  I'm going to turn you so you're facing
the column, then I will be as gentle as I can. I wish I could look at you,
but I promise I will the next time if we are granted one. I need to ask,
you're not a virgin are you?"

"No"

"Good because I have to take you semi-dry, and I don't want to hurt you more
than I have to."

"Do it Kurt."

 He turned his back to me and leaned forward. He wrapped his arms around the
pole, letting me take down his clothes.  First I slid his jeans down and
then his underwear. There was nothing normally sexy about his clothes except
they were on him, which made me even harder in the anticipation of having
intercourse with his beautiful body. His smooth tiny buttocks were revealed
and I couldn't tear my eyes away.

Finally I timidly touched him. Running my hand lightly over the two perfect
mounds of skin of this boy's gorgeous ass. I got more aggressive wanting the
dessert before me, and I took his cheeks and parted them so I could start
readying him for my penetration. All the while he hugged the column as a
chained slave might. He trusted me and never turned around as I started to
have my way with him. His most private part was mine. I traced my finger on
his cheek getting ever closer to the hole where I would push my way in.

 I almost stopped as my finger messaged his crack moving back and worth ever
deeper, what was I doing to him? But he moved against my digit forcing the
tip to press into his tight asshole. I felt it gingerly, and it was tight
but not wrinkled, no he had been fucked before. I wasn't going to be the
first to claim him, but I was going to make sure he enjoyed it, and would
remember me.

 I spit on my finger, and pressed it inward as he moved back pulling it in
further. His tiny anus seemed to suck at my finger like the mouth of a
newborn hungry for milk. I never felt a boy so intimately before. Unlike a
man he was smooth and his cheeks felt like a pelt of rubber. The sphincter
muscle gave a tiny resistance as if it was saying I am here, but you have
the right password, enter. And so I did with another finger, further
invading his anal canal.

 There was a scent that made me stop before I plunged my finger in again,
and inhale. It smelled of moss and musk and the floor of a primitive forest.
He was so much heady sweetness in this city tomb.

 I molded him with my two fingers, trying to create a space that would
welcome my penis when the time came. I finally found his tiny prostate and
woke him up for the pleasures I hoped to give him. I encircled the tiny knob
as he crooned and cried softly, his face plastered against the hard column
as I was working him over making him mine.

It was time to give him more, and take from him as well. I pulled out my
fingers, he was much looser now. I guided my penis so I was in the right
position, which meant I had to lean down.

I nudged into him, getting my glan to slide slowly into his anus. I meet
some resistance but I was careful to take my time. I didn't want to bruise
him if I could help it.  Finally I was able to slide most of my shaft into
his rectum. I guess my grunt covered his tiny moans. I had come too far to
stop, and his rectum was clamping my penis like a living coil, Nothing had
ever felt so good in my entire life!

As I started to slide my penis into him, I kissed the back of his neck, and
got a thought. I had heard about "air express" I could lift him into the air
as I fucked him. He was so light it would be easy to do, and he would feel
like he was flying. My penis now firmly embedded in him, I told him to let
go of the pole. As he did I wrapped my arms around him and lifted him off of
the earth. Ah yes a real angel should get fucked with their feet off the
ground!

I slide in and out now as if it was a place I had been to before, as if I
was coming home. His canal was so tight and he hummed with his delicious
voice as I lost all touch with reality, I thrust and backed up and thrusted
and pulled back, and my flesh felt glorious, I felt so alive he was so
smooth yet so hot. I was careful not to hurt him but a few times he squirmed
in discomfort, and I paused briefly for him to catch his breath, but I never
let him land. Finally his dance joined with mine and he squealed as I hit
home the mark until I could last no longer, and he was crying in rapture, we
both took off together. Again and again, as I filled his keen cavity with my
juice of life. I was spilling myself into my little prince, and he had
allowed me to do this to him. I never wanted to put him down, or take myself
out of him.

Then as I started slowly coming back to my senses I wondered how much of our
lovemaking had been observed. Slowly I let him down, and I withdrew.

When he caught his breath he spelled out "That was wonderful, YOU BASTARD
come on insult me back."

"Damn Sash, this is so hard, "YOU LOVED IT YOU LITTLE SHIT"

"WELL YOU ARE BETTER THAN YARROW, HE HAS A SMALL COCK FOR A MAN."

Now, I was jealous, I knew that he had been the first. I didn't want to
think about it. I fingered spelled to Sash," I'm afraid that he will blow me
up after all, but yes I would guess that he is not well endowed, did you
want him?"

"NO, AND HE HAS A TINY SET OF BALLS"

"Sash did he hurt you bad, I'll kill him. WELL AT LEAST I HAVE SOMETHING FOR
YOU TO WRITE HOME ABOUT!

"It's ok, I found you "NO YOU HAVE THE PERFECT SIZE! LET'S DO IT AGAIN, AND
AGAIN AND AGAIN." At that he danced off ahead of me along the narrow track
ledge

I had to keep from sighing just thinking about it. If I got through this I
only wanted to take him home to my brownstone, shut out the world and do it
again and again and again. As I got caught in the daydream I heard something
crash up ahead. I heard a sharp cry my heart started pounding as I tore off
after him.

SASH! SASH! OH GOD, NO I'M COMING...


I saw immediately that a big chunk of concrete had come tumbling down. I
feared the worse, as I couldn't see Sascha ahead of me. I started to think
about the fault-line that ran under New York, but from what I knew it was in
the Wall Street area. And I knew we were miles from there. If it had been an
Earthquake the earth would have rumbled, I got to the concrete block and
felt again it.

"I'm down here! I'm okay, but I think I sprained my foot."

"Thank God, I'm coming on the track to get you." I hadn't seen a train comes
this way but I suspected that this might have been one of the places that
John explored with as off-route car. I hoped that there wasn't another like
him. I wasn't going to take any chances. I had to get Sascha as quickly as
possible.

"Get away from the metal rail just in case Sash."

"It's ok, I'm off. Wait I'll try to stand up. Ouch!"

Now I saw him hopping around on one foot in the shadows.

"I'm sorry Kurt, I tried to dive away from that piece of ceiling that came
down."

"You did the right thing. You could have been badly hurt." I squirmed down
and reached my lover boy. "I'm going to lift you up." Gently so as not to
have him land putting more pressure on his foot I lifted him off the track
and back to the cement path above. Then I clasped the side and guided myself
up.

"Sash, do you want to go back? To hell with the box."

"No, I can't. I'll be alright."

I'll carry you, piggy back okay."

I stooped down and he hugged my neck. He was so light; it made me wonder
anew how I had fucked him as if he were an equal partner. I was getting
heady by having him so very close to me.

He whispered in my ear "We're not far from the caverns now."

I was ready for a break when we finally passed switched tracks several
times. He veered me in the direction that he wanted us to go. Twice I knew
we were going down ramps to lower levels. A couple times I knew there were
other people off in the distance, but the place was devoid of rats.

"No rats Sash?"

"I told them to stay away, you don't like rats do you Kurt."

"No can't say I ever cottoned to them Sash, but I love you even more than I
hate rats."

"That's good."

"Why?"

"Because I love you too."

And for awhile we stopped talking as I carried him on my shoulders deeper
into the surreal landscape before us.