Date: Fri,  8 Feb 2002 22:09:29 -0500 (EST)
From:  <zaneg7@excite.com>
Subject: Tessellations-Chapter 24

CHAPTER 24-Tessellations

By: Zane Hunter-Green
This story is in honor of Ganymede's stories which should be read and
re-read. This story has sex between imaginary men of all ages, and is
written for an adult audience who likes these types of stories
.
. The copyright of this story belongs to the author, I appreciate all
comments at Zanehuntergreen@excite.com. If you don't write I understand
as I have read many wonderful stories here without writing to thank the
writers, so thanks to them as well, and the elves that run this board.



The Abbott came in to see how the new boy was fairing in his preliminary
tests with the instructors. Saffron was nervous and exhausted and
depressed. He kept thinking about Dominic traveling further away from
him, and he couldn't think clearly. The Abbott had been told that this
boy was brilliant, and he would have expected no less from Rom's son,
but unless this very effeminate boy, who was strangely beautiful with his
unusual pale gold hair and large light green eyes, was a surrogate, they
vastly overestimated his intelligence.

He was placed in the bottom classes, and dismissed. As he watched the boy
walk off to the gardens he turned to the Father.

"I'm afraid that this boy is not going to measure up. He seems sweet
though."

"Don't worry Abbott, I have plenty of work to keep him occupied."

"I am sure that you do, but he is only to serve at meals. This boy is
under my guardianship, and I don't want him getting sick from working
too hard. I'm sure that if he's not a scholar he can spend his time
learning to paint or some other past time. I know that you are quite lax
when it comes to supervising the nocturnal activities of the charity
boys, and they lack from sleep. In addition, they are over-worked. It is
no wonder that in the winter they are the first ones we lose from the
flu, and croup. They are all a difficult accountability.

Father Benedict agreed curtly, well aware that the Abbott had never taken
time in the past to intervene with his boys. "Yes but they know that
they will have to earn their keep here. It is a small price for them to
pay for the tutelage they receive. I am fair to them, unlike my
predecessor who used the switch. I do the best I can, some of them are
unruly as you know. Well I must be off to tend my sheep." He started to
leave the room when the Abbott called him back.

"I would like for us to discuss with Saf- I mean Ron what he can
anticipate here in greater detail. Would you go find him, and return with
him to my private chambers. I would rather not have the conversation
where anyone may disturb us.

Benedict was shocked; even he had never entered the Abbott's sleeping
quarters before. "Is this a good idea, Sir, to show this boy, well any
boy such favoritism."
"Benedict, you're getting on my nerves, just do it. I'll meet you
there."

"But really Sir, think how it looks."

"If I can't trust you to follow a simple command now, perhaps I need to
appoint someone else to tend to these hard working honest charges of
yours. Perhaps you would like to be removed from your current post and
return to oversee the real livestock."

"No, I am happy with my post, I will be there with the boy shortly."

Ron had walked out into the garden after he left the classroom for a few
minutes of peace, before he had to find the choir. He figured when he saw
other boys leave, he would follow them instead of using precious time to
ask for directions now. He ignored the many eyes that followed him, their
expression a range from lust, curiosity, to menacing leers. He didn't
have time to worry about the strange faces around him. He hated the way
the course garment he was wearing scratched; he missed the soft silk
tunics he wore since he left France.. Perhaps it was better this way
though; he couldn't afford luxuries until he was safe in Dominic arms
again. He wanted only to think about Dominic, but that too was a
indulgence in this place.

He walked until he approached a stone wall at the far side of the garden,
brushed several sticks and dirt from it and sat down. This place was much
larger than he first supposed with all of the distant buildings and
annexes he could see from the wall. He was tired but he had to think
clearly. He pressed his knee against his mouth unaware that he had lifted
his tunic up. It was high enough to give a peek past his lean legs to the
velvet space above which although not exposed was hinted at which caused
several boys in viewing distance to find a place to find release. Word
had already spread that the new boy was going to be a prize for someone
to claim, and those that hadn't seen him in the dining hall, clamored to
get a good look.

Saffron had to plan. He had too much to do, and as he longed for Dominic
he was unaware of the stir around him. He wanted a reassuring hug; he
wanted strong hands playing with his hair. He wanted what he couldn't
have now. He wanted to cry, but with all the boys around he couldn't. He
wanted to die, but not before he saw Dominic again.

He missed him so much! He wondered if Dominic was also finding it hard to
think, or even breathe without him. It was a sickness, and it made each
movement slow. He thought about Dominic's face, his smile. His promise
to watch out for him. Ron didn't think going to this school was being
watched out for but then he felt guilty because that was criticism of
Dominic, and he was still caught up in his thoughts of Dominic, he
couldn't escape thinking about him.

He decided that he would stay in this place only long enough to go with
his new friend, Falkon back into the city of Constantinople during their
break. Then he would find the Doctor, who tended him after the fiasco
with Leo, when he injured himself while running away from him. The Doctor
would know a good source for him to trust and leave his money with; a
banker who could invest his savings for him so when he really needed it,
he would have his own resources. He might need a great deal of money if
he were going to have to search at sea for Dominic, Next time it would be
on his own ship, so he had to have fortune enough to buy, and outfit a
ship.

Then he knew that he would have to follow the plot that started to take
shape on Dominic's estate. He had no choice but to return to Leo. He
didn't want to murder him though, as much as he wanted to be a soldier,
he didn't want to kill anyone. Maybe a day with Leo would change his
mind. He shuddered as he remembered the way his Uncle ran cold fingers on
his thigh reaching into his groin. He knew actually Leo was neither Uncle
nor cousin, but his stepmother's cousin, so he should stop calling him
anything at all, except for the foulest words he could think of, and even
they were too good for the rat's bastard that Leo was.

A little boy came propelling at him waking him out of his reverie. He put
out his hands enabling the boy to stop before he smashed into him and the
wall. The boy smiled and skipped back to a large group of younger boys
who had been playing tag. Several of the older boys walked over yelling
for them to stop. Saffron could see that even if he was a full paying
student, this place was not fun.

He looked around, with a little more interest to see what the others boys
did out here. He spotted a group pointing to him and whispering. A few
boys danced with restrained energy. One pair looked like a couple. They
ducked behind a tree close to him, and he thought that he could hear the
wet sound of kisses being exchanged.

These boys came in all sizes and shapes. It was like being an ant in a
colony to be with so many boys. He didn't even see one of the few people
he knew by name. There were too many.

He took a deep breath and looked up to see the annoying clown who has
ordered him to serve the mid-day meal. He remembered that his name was
Father Benedict.

"Ron, you are to come with me at once. The Abbott wishes to see you.
Instead of heading back to the office, they turned down a new hallway. It
was narrow and dimly light. Ahead was a door that had been left unlocked
for them. The door open to a landing and a set of stairs, They climbed
the stairs and reached another door. This one was ajar. An odd soft
blue-green light bathed the crack of the door, pouring out from inside
the room.

Ron quietly walked inside the private quarters of the most senior member,
as the Father held the door open for him. He looked around impressed with
all of the artifacts that were bathed by one of the most beautiful
colored windows he had ever seen. On the window was an image of a boy
with a sweet, innocent face. This boy was wearing a glorious outfit. It
looked like the story of Joseph with his many-colored coat. He opened his
mouth in wonder. The mysterious light had come from the window.

"It is beautiful isn't it. It was a gift from a dear friend from Italy.
The artisans there can make wonderful colors in glass. Blues greens,
amber's, and they are even trying for reds and purples. Their gift goes
beyond that of any Alchemist. It's almost magical how they make glass
look brighter and more pure than any gem stone. The gift is of course the
use of light." The Abbott informed him.

"I have never seen anything like it." Saffron said reverently. It was
one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen, and he couldn't tear
his eyes away from the illuminated window.

"Then you must come back on a sunny day Ron. Then it is a sight to
really behold. Sit down I wish to talk to you, Father I need you to leave
us for a few moments but first I want you both to hear that I do not want
Ron to take on any chores beyond waiting on the table at meals."

"But...the other boys will resent him if he doesn't share in the work."

"Then they can take their complaints up with me. I am having second
thoughts about the decision to make him a charity student, but I suppose
if we make any changes now it would cause too much resentment and some
suspicion."

"Then leave well enough alone, Ron would be more resented if he got out
of doing work, and it certainly won't harm him. We both saw how he
faired in his tests, and we certainly can't claim that he's an advanced
student."

"Perhaps he faired poorly because he speaks and reads in French. He was
tested in Greek, I could pretend to have him transcribe books from Greek
to French, but I did want to down play his background."

"He needs to work. A charity boy always has a job."

"Indeed you are right, Ron turn your head, oh beautiful, indeed young
man you look like an angel, and that does give me an idea. Since we are
just an offspring of the church, more of a place of learning, than any
religious body which I am sure Father Benedict would be happy to testify
to, we have artists and craftsman that often stay with us while working
on some project or another. In fact that is how I happened to have this
window that you admired. Several years ago we hosted a Venetian who made
this window in gratitude. Right now in fact we have a sculptor who, as
providence is kind, requested we find a student who could model for him.
At that time I couldn't think of anyone who would be suited for until
you arrived. Could you stand being draped in a Greek toga and standing
idly still for a couple of hours early every morning and evening when I
believe he works, as he prefers indirect lighting?"

"What would it require of me?"

"Endless patience, which is a rectitude. He would position you, and then
you would only have to pose in that position without moving for an
extended period of time, with several breaks of course."

Ron had to think it might take awhile to create the sculpture, and he
wanted to be on his way as soon as he could. "I don't know."

"That is a fair answer. Let me take you to meet Antonio Cerinatto and
see if you would want to labor for him. He would need to see if you would
be right for him, but I hardly see that as an obstacle. He will fall in
love with you, I'm sure.

He was sad to leave the window, there was something hypnotic about the
ray of colors, but he agreed to go met the artist. It tuned out that his
workshop was a large cottage he saw from the walled garden earlier. The
room was empty except for a large piece of pale dawn-tinted jade.

Saffron was surprised to be introduced a cheerful, robust little man. He
though the man seemed more like one of the silk merchants. He had thought
that artists were moody and outer worldly. This man was energetic and
became extremely passionate when he saw Saffron.

"Where did you capture this seraph?"

"This child is a new student. He is willing to pose as one of his work
duties his tuition here."

"Does he know what I require?"

"I told him what it means to model."

"Well if you leave him here I can get started, do a few quick sketches
and make sure that I can use him as my angel."

"Is that alright Ron?" The Abbott asked.

"I wanted to go to choir and audition for it this afternoon."

"If you want to chant, I will make sure you are placed in the choir, so
don't worry about that"

"Thank you Sir, can I see something you carved first Senior Cerinatto
before I make a decision?

"Yes, come here boy. Off to the side was a pedestal. On top was a
100-millimeter wrapped form The Artist lifted up a piece of silk; under
it was a snow-white falcon. Each feather was so brilliantly carved that
it glistened. Saffron sighed as he felt himself flying in its
gracefulness.

"I will pose for you." He declared

"Good that's settled then, you will stay boy so I can get a feel for
you."

The Abbott politely took his leave. Saffron was left alone with the
artist. He wondered if the man meant to draw him wearing the shapeless
course tunic but that question was soon answered.

"I told the Abbott that my angel would be wearing a Greek style-toga,
however the benefactor who it is being created for has changed his mind.
He wants the angel to be naked, like it would have been if it were Roman
art. Ron looked at him knowing the next request, "So my dear boy I had
the fire lit so you wouldn't get cold. Now I must order you to take off
your clothes. It is most important that I see what you look like."

Ron felt the heat on his face. Did he really want to strip for this man?
No matter, the Viking and his crew had seen him, and certainly Dominic,
as well as his tutor John. Thinking about John made him ashamed that he
had done so poorly with his testing. As he thought about John he removed
his clothes, it was easy to slip of the tunic, and untie the knotted cord
holding his undergarment. The Artist smiled as he took inventory
apparently liking what he saw. Without asking permission, he knelt beside
the boy and cupped his balls, feeling their lightness, and smooth velum
skin. He stroked the boy's penis, which was getting iron hard.

"I need to know what you feel like. When I paint it is just a matter of
what I see, but with any kind of rock it must feel like a cold, frozen
copy of my inspiration. This angel will be as Medusa's victims, trapped
forever in time.

Saffron shuddered as he thought of the warm hands playing with him
wishing his form was already a still unmoving rock. He felt curious hands
rove behind him. Hands kneaded the flesh of his tiny ass, getting closer
to the crack where he felt himself being spread open; a hand was inside
his crack running up and down memorizing the contour. He was being
appraised purely for what he looked and felt like. It made him feel as a
slave must feel who is seen only as an object. As he felt a finger
reproaching the place where his body could be entered by another, and
knew the intent was he would be subjected to that invasion of his privacy
he decided he had enough.

"Stop, I was never told that you would fondle me, only that I would be
required to pose for you, in clothes for that matter."

"Gorgeous boy" the artist pointed out, "You say stop, but your
indicator says go on." Ron knew that he was very aroused, he didn't
need to hear it. "But I will stop if you want. I just thought if I gave
you some release it would be easier for you to stay still. I don't think
we want our little angel boy to be a carving with his tiny penis sticking
up to the sky."

"That wasn't my penis that you were exploring!"

"No, but from my experience with boys, I know if you excite them at the
back, the front takes care of itself, but I respect you si, and I will
get to work. I can leave your penis out of the drawing altogether."

"Who will see these drawings?" asked Ron with concern.

"No one. I destroy them once the sculpture is done."

Saffron looked down thinking to himself. He didn't want drawing of
himself being passed around to every boy and member of staff at this
school. I decided that I couldn't be the model for your angel. If these
drawings are shown to anyone.

"What if I promise to keep them locked up, and then when the sculpture
is finished we will burn then together."

"No, what if they are stolen?"

"I will change your face in the drawings, I can make your hair and eyes
appear to be of a dark hue."

"I don't know. What if someone walks in while I'm modeling for you?

"I will keep the door locked, and draw a few sketches of you wearing the
toga. I can leave them about so no one would grow curious"

"And the sculpture, you said it was commissioned by someone, by whom?"

"A private collector in Rome. It will be shipped to them. Don't worry
no one will ever learn the identify of the model. It will be hundreds of
miles away. Just think, you are young and beautiful now but in sixty
years when you are an old man, three hundred years when you are long gone
and unknown to any on this earth there will remain a statue which I will
make so exquisite that with capture your youth forever."

Saffron had an idea. "Did you settle on a price with the man who
commissioned it?"

"Yes."

"What if someone came along and offered you much more?"

"It would depend who the buyer was, for me to break my word to a
patron."

"What if it was me."

"You are a charity student. You can't afford a decent vestment, let
alone a work of art"

Saffron looked at the large pale pink stone, the bottom was so
transparent in it's clear rosy color that he knew the angel would look
like it was hovering off the ground. It would be the most perfect gift to
give to Dominic. Crazy an idea as it was to have a large sculpture in his
possession when he didn't have a place to keep it, it was the best
present he could ever give to Dominic. As he stood still for the endless
hours ahead he would have a reason. He would be doing it to give Dominic
a splendid surprise "I will model for you, only if you promise to sell
me the sculpture when it's finished."

"The Artist laughed at the boy, he was a dreamer. If you can pay me
10,000 bezants, it will be yours' but I have not even had a chance to do
my first drawing yet, thanks to my indecisive little model.

"You must put it in writing for me, that you will sell it to me for the
price you mentioned then I will let you start sketching me."

The Artist laughed again. "So it shall be my little merchant." It was
the same price he was getting from the collector, but it was so out of
reach for this boy to find that kind of money that he didn't spend
another moment thinking about it. He took out his charcoal, and roved his
eyes once again over the perfect lithe body before him. The sultry stick
made lines that gave grace to the parchment he used. He had the boy turn
slightly, and grinned as he drew an erect penis, and a small tight little
scrotum that looked as if it could hold no more than a gem or two, and a
few coins. Which he was sure all the boy would be able to earn between
now and the time the sculpture would be done, and that would only be if
he were willing to sell his nice, warm body, which at this junction was
far more attractive than any rock image.