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Generation-X
By: Michael Johnson
THE XAVIER SCHOOL FOR GIFTED YOUNGSTERS
Warren Worthington III was not aware why he was being summoned so urgently by his mentor, Charles Xavier. It had been ten years since he had roamed the school that had taught him self-control and self worth. Warren gently tucked his wings behind him and continued to walk to Professor Xavier's Office. When he reached the large Mahogany door that said "Professor Charles F. Xavier, P. H. D" he stopped and took a deep breath. He heard a voice in his head that said, <Come in, Warren,>.
The door in front on Warren opened and he walked in. He immediately noticed that there was teenager sitting in the chair in front of Xavier's desk. He made a small gasp when he saw the pair of blue wings on the back of this student. The boy made a polite smile and offered his hand to shake. Warren smiled back and politely shook the boy's hand. He took a seat in the chair beside the boy.
"Chad, this is Warren Worthington III. Warren, this is Chad." The Professor introduced the two men.
"Is `Chad' short for anything?" Warren asked.
"Actually, I really don't know. I have never known what my full name is," Chad replied with downcast eyes.
"Well, don't worry," Warren told his young friend, "I'll take you under my wing, pardon the pun."
Xavier looked at Warren and said, "I have arranged for you to stay in the room that you had before. I trust you can find it."
Warren nodded and left the office. The Professor then turned to Chad and said, "Chad, I want you to come here."
The puzzled teen complied. "Now, I want you to relax," The professor said as he placed his hands on either side of Chad's head. Xavier closed his eyes and Chad did the same.
THE VISION
Xavier stood up. The only time he could stand on his own was when he was "walking" through someone's thoughts and memories. Xavier saw a young boy. He was being given to a man with strange tribal markings on his face. There was a flash of light. Xavier then saw the same boy, but he was a few years older, he guessed around six or seven. He was being contained in a small cage. He had no clothes and was bloody and in serious pain.
Flashes of light came and went. Xavier saw horrific scenes where Mezmero used abuse and rape to diminish this young man's self esteem. One flash that would be forever etched in Xavier's mind was when Mezmero discovered Chad tasting a sample of his own semen, which was a perfectly natural thing to do at the age he was in the vision. Mezmero grabbed him by the dick and pulled him over to a chair that had straps. He telekinetically fastened the straps around Chad's arms, legs and neck. Mezmero and Chad were both as naked as the day they were born.
Mezmero held his cock in his right hand and placed the head on Chad's lips. "Suck it!" he growled, "You wanted cum so bad, now suck my dick." Chad fearfully wrapped his lips around Mezmero's shaft Mezmero began fucking Chad's head. "From now on, the only semen that will touch your tongue will come from this dick. Do you understand?"
Chad tried to say yes, buy as soon as he opened his mouth; Mezmero forced more of his member into Chad's mouth. The boy had no will to fight back. Mezmero was enjoying the torture he was inflicting on Chad. He was moaning and when it was time for him to cum, he shoved his member all the way into his slave's mouth, causing the boy to gag. Mezmero pulled out and continued to squirt cum all over Chad. Mezmero's huge load thickly covered Chad's entire face and most of his chest. "Lick it all up." Mezmero ordered. "From now on, this is how you will be fed."
Xavier heard a scream of pain. He could not tell if it was physical or emotional, but he knew it was Chad's. He left Chad's mind and began to shake. He saw Chad crying. He tried to console him by placing his hand on Chad's shoulder. "I am very sorry, I didn't know that-,"
Chad cut him off before he could finish his sentence, "You never should have done it in the first place." Chad got up in a hurry. His wings flexed knocking stuff of Xavier's desk.
When Chad left the room, Xavier burst into tears.
THE DORMITORY
Chad was still crying when he got to his dormitory. His wing was sore from where it hit Xavier's desk. He opened his door and walked in. His bed was un-maid and there were some clothes on the floor. He lay down and buried his face in his pillow.
Jean was walking down the hall. She had a feeling that something was wrong. She knocked on Chad's door. She heard a muffled "Come in" and opened the door. She saw Chad laying on his bed crying into his pillow.
"What's wrong, sweetie?" She asked him in a soothing motherly voice.
"Professor X did this weird thing where he put his hands on either side of my head. He brought back memories of Mezmero. Bad ones. Memories where he raped me and when he took me from my parents..." Chad's voice trialed off.
"Chad, what Professor Xavier did was read your mind. He wouldn't have done it if he thought it would have hurt you like this. Xavier is like a father to me and he is a very compassionate man. I promise you, Xavier was trying to help." Jean said looking deeply into Chad's ocean-blue eyes.
"But for a few minutes, I was back in hell. When he was reading my mind, I felt everything," Chad held Jean tightly against him. "I never want to return to Mezmero ever again. Promise me that I don't have to."
Tears filled Jean's eyes. "I promise," she whispered.
THE TOUR
Chad woke up to a knock on his door. Since he slept nude, he made sure he was covered, "Who is it?" he mumbled.
"Scott," answered a man's voice. "Get showered and dressed; I am going to take you on a tour of the school. I will be back here in about ten minutes, is that enough time?"
"Yes," Chad called back. He uncovered his naked body and walked to the shower. He stepped in and turned on the water. It was the perfect temperature. He kept a clean wash cloth in the shower at all times, so he grabbed it and the bar of Ivory soap that was on the shelf beside it. He washed up and then toweled off. He beat his wings a few times to air-fluff them dry; then commenced with getting dressed.
When he opened his door, a tall man with brown hair was waiting for him in the hall. He wore ruby red sunglasses and a blue tee-shirt. He had on a pair of Levi jeans and some regular tennis shoes. "I don't think we have formally introduced ourselves. I'm Scott Summers, your English and social studies teacher, and hopefully, your future friend." Scott held out his hand.
Chad shook it, smiling at his introduction. Chad admired Scott's body. It was muscular and sleek. His arms were thick and his butt was nice. Chad stayed a few steps behind Scott so he could admire his tour guide's rear. He thought Warren was cute, but he and Warren had only been around each other for a few minutes. Chad didn't know what was happening, but he got a strange feeling in the pit of is stomach.
Scott brought led Chad to the kitchen. Scott made some peanut-butter toast and the two of them ate in silence for a few minutes. Scott finally spoke, "If you don't mind me asking; what was it like for you on the island?"
"It was hell," Chad said before changing the subject. "What are all the X's that I see around here for?"
"They stand for X-Men," Scott replied.
"What's that?" Chad asked.
Scott quickly changed the subject. "So, how do you like it here?"
Chad eyed him suspiciously. "It's okay, I guess."
They finished eating and Scott showed him where he would be attending his classes, here the student lounge was, and where he could find any of the teachers if he needed. Scott led him to an elevator. He pressed down and then hit several numbers. The elevator began moving down.
Chad began to sweat. He couldn't breath. He felt light-headed. He put his hand to his head and collapsed.
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