The Legend of Bastien - Chapter 1 – The Mistake of a Lifetime – Part 2 of 2

 

The Legend of Bastien

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 1 – The Mistake of a Lifetime – Part 2 of 2

 

Chris’s mother, Tess, wasn’t happy at all about having to leave work, walk home, then trudge her way through the snow to bring her son another pair of pants.  But since her husband had died a few years ago, this was the first and only time she could remember having any problem at all with Chris.  But what worried her far more, was when she got to the school, and she found out the reason for the problem.

“He insulted Billy Bastien,” Pomeroy told her.

“He what?”  Tess looked at her son.  “How could you be so stupid?  How could you even think about doing something like that?  Chris, they could kill you for that?”

Chris said nothing.

“Hopefully, this will all blow over,” Pomeroy told her.

“We’ll talk tonight,” Tess told her son.  “Seriously!”  She turned to Pomeroy.  “Please extend my apologies to Billy,” she told him.  “It won’t happen again.”

“I will,” Pomeroy told her.  “I’ll try to smooth this over.”

As soon as Tess was gone and Chris had been sent back to class, Pomeroy headed down the hallway to find Billy and talk with him.  He opened the classroom door and called him out into the hallway for a chat.

“Is there a problem?” Billy asked, as if daring Pomeroy to say anything at all about what he had done.

“I hope not,” Pomeroy replied.  “Did you have to beat Chris up like that?”

“He had it coming.  He deserved it.”

“Exactly what did he do?” Pomeroy asked.

“He called me the dumbest piece of shit in the entire school.  He said I wasn’t fit to run this town someday.  And then he kept insulting me…right in front of everyone.”

Pomeroy winced.  “But did you have to beat him up?”

“Like I said, he deserved it.”

“Well, just so you know, his mother apologized profusely for what her son did.  She wanted me to let you know that she’s going to make sure it will never happen again.”

“You’re right it won’t happen again!” Billy replied.

Pomeroy was worried again.  “Now don’t go doing anything rash,” he pleaded.  “Chris apologized and so did his mother.  We need to just let this all blow over.”

“Blow over?  After what he did?  Let’s be straight about who’s really in charge here, and we both know it’s not you.  I’m a Bastien.  That gives me the right to do whatever I want.  Now fuck off!”  With that, Billy turned to go back into the classroom, but he stopped and looked at Pomeroy.  “Everyone in this whole damn school is more interested in Chris Moore than in me, a Bastien.”

“That’s not true!” Pomeroy replied quickly.

“It sure seems like it to me.  Just for that, I’m going to destroy your little school pet!”  With that, he opened the door and went back into the classroom.  Pomeroy stared after him in horror.  Finally, he went back to his office where he picked up the phone and called Billy’s father, Sherriff Tom Bastien, the second most powerful man in the entire Bastien community.

With all the snow on the ground, it took Tom Bastien five minutes to make the short walk from the sheriff’s office to the high school.  He didn’t mince words.  As soon as he got to Pomeroy’s office, he said, “Now what happened?”

“You know Christopher Moore?”

“Tess’s son, from over at the bank?  What about him?”

“He made the mistake of insulting Billy, and Billy beat him up pretty bad over it.”

“He insulted Billy.  I take it that Billy didn’t kill him?”

“No, but he hurt him pretty good.  Fortunately, I was able to send Chris back to class…after his mother delivered a fresh pair of pants for him to wear.”

“What did Billy say?” Tom asked.

“He’s still pretty angry about it I’m afraid.  I was hoping he would just let this little thing blow over.”

Tom nodded, then said, “We Bastiens have been leading this town for five generations, and Billy is going to be the sixth.  You know as well as everyone that insulting a Bastien is about the worst offense you can do around here.  Insulting one of us leads to unrest and rebellion, and we can’t have that.  We won’t have that.  This town runs because we run it.  Everyone who lives here exists because we tell them what to do.  So far, it’s worked out just fine for five generations, and I see no reason why it can’t keep running that way for another hundred generations or more.”

“I know,” Pomeroy said quickly.  “I just wanted to let you know that Billy seems to have taken care of the problem.  I don’t want anything worse to happen.  Chris is one of the best students we’ve had here in many years.  He has a bright future ahead of him.”

“Not anymore.  Not if he insulted Billy.  Now where’s my son?”

Pomeroy reluctantly led the sheriff to the classroom where Billy was.

“What happened?” Tom Bastien asked his son once they were alone in the hallway.

“That little shit, Chris Moore, insulted me, and kept insulting me right in front of the entire class.  He said I didn’t deserve to rule this town someday.”

“He said that?”

“He sure did.  Right in front of everyone.”

Tom nodded.  “Okay.  I’ll take care of it.  I’ll take him out of school right now.”

“Dad, don’t.”

“What?”

“This whole damn school seems to think he’s more important than I am.  I want to show them that he’s not.”

“Once he’s dead, he won’t be important to anyone.”

“Let me do it,” Billy said.  “Let me take care of him.”

“You want to kill him?  Fine.  We can do it right after school.”

“No, not kill him…yet.  I want to make him the biggest joke this town has ever seen.  I want everyone to see what a useless jerk he really is.”

“Okay.  What did you have in mind?”

“I’m still working on it.”

“Fine.  We’ll talk about it later, when you get home.”

“Good.  Thanks Dad.”

“Fine.  See you later son.  I’m going to have a little talk with Chris right now.  I guess, as the town sheriff, I ought to hear what he has to say about all this too.  Not that it matters.”

Five minutes later, Chris found himself standing in the hallway talking to Sheriff Bastien.  “I’m sorry,” Chris told him.  “I don’t know what came over me, but trust me, I’m really sorry for what I said.”

“So you did say those things.  You insulted Billy and you told him he wasn’t fit to rule this town?”

“It just came out,” Chris explained.  “I wasn’t thinking.”

“You’re right about that!  Go back to class.  I’ll have to think about this.”

“I really am sorry,” Chris told him.  “Please believe me, it won’t ever happen again.”

“You’re right about that too,” the sheriff replied before turning and walking away.

It was lunchtime when Chris headed to the boy’s room again.  Thoughts of what had happened to him the last time he went in there played heavily on his mind.  But once again, as soon as he got into the room, he saw Billy there with all his friends.  “Billy,” he said as the fear went through him.  “I’m so sorry…”  But that’s as far as he got before Billy once again hit him as hard as he could in the stomach.  Chris went down again in major pain.

“Hey look!” Chet said with a laugh.  “The stupid shit is wetting his pants again.”

“Who cares,” Billy said as he grabbed Chris by his hair and pulled him to his knees.  With Chris kneeling right in front of him, Billy pulled a large hunting knife from the scabbard hung on his belt.  Then he unfastened his pants and pulled them down to his knees.  He grabbed Chris’s hair again and held the tip of the knife close to Chris’s eye.  “Grab my cock and stick it in your mouth, and start sucking,” he said threateningly.

Chris tried to look up at Billy’s face but the way he was holding his hair, he couldn’t.  “No!  Please!  I said I was sorry,” Chris told him.

“You either suck it off, or you lose your eye, right here and now.”  With that, he held the tip of the knife even closer to Chris’s eye.

Frightened out of his mind, Chris had no choice.  His hand came tentatively up and grabbed Billy’s limp cock lightly.

“Now put it in your mouth!” Billy threatened as he wiggled the knife blade in front of Chris’s eye.

Shaking, Chris opened his mouth and brought it closer to Billy’s limp cock.  With the tip of the knife blade catching most of his vision in one eye, he slowly brought part of Billy’s limp cock inside his mouth, but he didn’t close his lips.

“Start sucking!”

Chris had no choice but to close his lips.  His tongue came into contact with the head of Billy’s penis.  It tasted terrible, like Billy hadn’t bathed in a month.

“Suck it and lick it till I come…in your mouth!”

Very gently, Chris increased the pressure of his lips and tongue against the head of Billy’s flaccid cock.  He wanted to throw up.

“He’s doing it!” Sam said excitedly.  “The little shit is actually doing it!”

“All the way in!” Billy told Chris.  “Shove it all the way in!”

Still seeing the tip of the knife, Chris opened his mouth wider and tentatively brought his mouth all the way up to Billy’s balls.  Then he closed his lips again.  Ick!  He couldn’t believe he was doing this.  But what choice did he have?  He had no doubt in the world that Billy would drive his knife straight into his eye if he didn’t…or Billy would kill him.  Slowly, with his lips trailing along Billy’s cock, he pulled his head away.

“This is so good!” Pete said excitedly.

It took a long time.  Most of the lunch hour.  Other boys came in and saw what was happening, but with Billy there, they dared not say anything at all about it.  In fact, most of them left the moment they saw Billy there.

Once Billy’s cock finally got hard, Chris couldn’t come close to getting it all into his mouth.  Finally, Billy shot his load straight into Chris’s mouth.  He pulled his cock away and pulled his pants up while Chris collapsed into a miserable heap on the floor.  “See you later, cocksucker!” Billy said before leading his friends from the room.

What had he just done?  But Chris knew perfectly well that he had no choice in the matter.  No choice at all.  And worse, how many kids had come into the bathroom and seen him doing it?  He had made the biggest mistake of his life earlier, and he knew it.  He just hoped it would all be over now.  Slowly, he dragged himself from the floor and went over to the sink where he washed his face and tried to drink as much of the water as he could to get the taste of Billy’s cum from his mouth.  Then he headed to the office again.  His mother was going to have to bring him another pair of pants.

A few hours later, school let out.  Chis hurried to his locker without talking to anyone.  He was about to grab his winter gear to put on when he was suddenly grabbed from behind.

“Oh no you don’t!” Billy’s mean voice threatened.

“No!” Chris begged.

But Billy and all four of his friends dragged Chris back to the boy’s room.  The boys inside seeing Billy and his friends coming in, hurried away.  Billy suddenly turned and once again punched Chris in the stomach, sending Chris to his knees.  “Pete!” Billy said, “Your turn.”

“Gladly!” Pete replied as he stood in front of Chris and lowered his pants.

“No!” Chris cried desperately.  “No!”

Billy brought his big hunting knife out again and pushed the point of it against Chris’s temple.  “Suck him off, or you’re dead.”  He pushed his knife a little harder to get the point across.

“Hey look!” Chet shouted.  “He’s wetting himself again.  That’s three times today!  That’s got to be a record!”  All the boys had a laugh over that.

Once again it took a long time, most of an hour, but in the end, Pete too got off inside of Chris’s mouth.  When Chris was finally left alone, he washed the tears from his eyes and drank as much of the water as he could.  He walked out the door to get his coat from his locker and found Principal Pomeroy waiting for him.

“Again?” Pomeroy asked.

Chris said nothing as he walked right past him to get to his locker.  If there was any way possible to take back the words he had said earlier to Billy, he would have.  But there was no way.  And now, as far as he could see, his entire life was ruined.

His mother came home from the bank an hour after him.  “What happened?” she asked.

Billy told her all of it.  The things he had said and wished he could take back, and the things Billy had made him do later.

She listened.  The more she listened, the more the tears flowed from her eyes.  When he was done, she grabbed him and held him in a tight hug while she wept bitter tears.  “Let’s hope now that it’s all over,” she told him.  “Let’s pray.”  She backed away and looked him in the face.  “But from what I’ve heard about Billy, he may be just mean enough to make you do it again tomorrow.  Let’s hope not, but don’t be surprised if he does.  As much as that worries me, it doesn’t worry me half as much as losing you.”

“Losing me?”

“Chris, they kill people in this town for less than that.  You know that!  They killed your father!”

“They said that was a hunting accident.”

“Yeah right!  You know your father never hunted a day in his life.  You know that the only people in this town that own guns are the sheriff and his deputies.  Nobody else!  Your father spoke up against the sheriff for some of the things he had done, and he was murdered for it.  Plain and simple.  End of story.  Now let’s pray it doesn’t mean the end of you, because if it does, I don’t think I could live anymore.  Especially not after losing your father the same way, for doing almost the same thing.  Let’s pray it’s done now, Chris.  Let’s pray!”